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[TOMT]Movie where an oblivious guy leaves a woman tied to a bed, blindfolded, with loud metal playing in the room, skipping on the CD.

2020.09.20 02:30 thegovernment0usa [TOMT]Movie where an oblivious guy leaves a woman tied to a bed, blindfolded, with loud metal playing in the room, skipping on the CD.

**Edit: It's the movie "Spun," which is the one movie I was certain it wasn't. I don't remember a single thing about that movie except for a few frames from this one scene. I would have seen this movie around maybe 2008, give or take a couple of years. The way I remember it, a young guy had kidnapped the woman, but seemed to think she loved him or she was his girlfriend? He left her for days at a time. Not deliberately like as a torture, just "Oops, I've gotta take care of this. Be right back sweetie!" When he would leave, the door would slam and the CD would start skipping. As horrifying as this sounds, I seem to recall the movie framing it in a way that it felt lighthearted and fun. There is nothing else I remember about this movie. Can't picture faces, soundtrack, filmmakers, or locations. Pretty sure it's not the movie "Spun," which is the only thing that comes up when I try Googling it.
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2020.09.19 00:55 Hatheschatic Dont do acid after binging stims

Set: ending on the Sep 12th, i went on an 8 day binge of ritalin with no tolerance, using between 72 - 144mg each day, usually combined with 400-1000mg caffeine. I had smoked weed daily since august 18, last dropped the Aug 22 (200ug), and smoked 1g of 60x salvia in a span of 5 days around the 27th....effects started to accumulate and even though i was sleeping, deprivation was slowly setting in until my stim crashes + weed were making me almost psychotic.
Sep12 - After about 6 hours of sleep, i woke up at about 3pm. by 5pm, i had 400ug on blotters, and had to eyeball half of a gel strip that was supposed to be 6 tabs. 700ug. I took 18mg concerta because i didnt want to risk withdrawal or a bad crashing effect on such a huge trip.I started tripping very quickly. 20 minutes after ingesting them i was starting to think like i was on acid, and i looked outside and saw people walking, they seemed robotic.T+1 hour - i am in an amazing mood, seeing infinite depth in everything i care to turn my mind to. I am exploring concepts deeply, and psychedelically. I think about the separations between people, the idea of people living in different realities, and i think of sex in terms of a connection between isolated realities. I, tripping balls, begin to think that everything must then be sex, an interaction, and thus everything i experience is also sex, my eyes have sex with everything i look at, my ears have sex with everything i hear, and my hands.... >.> This was a theme carried over from my acid trip on the 22nd, the psychedelic idea that life itself was a sort of sex between me and the universe. Because of this headspace, im in an unbelievably good mood, and very excited. now, for some reason i decide to go smoke weed.T+2 hours - Im so focused on psychedelic thinking and thought exploration, that i am very enarly incapable of accomplishing any basic tasks, im just tripping too hard. At any rate, i decide to go smoke weed. this was a bad idea. I get to the smoke spot, theres a guy there who had been there quite a few of the times, so i was cool with it. But i am mildly autistic, and tripping absolutely nonfunctional balls. We started having a conversation, as i was trying and failing to get my weed gear. He starts talking about someone stole his juuls, and then how he wants to smash their kneecaps and just completely fuck them up. The vibe is instantly fucking horrendous now, im getting sketched. i think i might have hallucinated that he was watching pornhub on his phone. Anyways, we smoke 2 bowls. He helps me pack them, i let him take a hit or 2, then i immediately want to dip.We both leave in separate directions. Bugs were biting my hands, and he looked like a villain from a movie. Im pretty sure i went psychotic at this point, because i became convinced that he had actually called the cops on me. This belief was reaffirmed by me seeing cop cars in the parking lot and driving around on my way back to my dorm. The way these hallucinations worked this trip is it probably turned completely normal cars into cop cars. i start PANICKING. at the time i fully believed that that is in fact what happened, i was gonna get arrested and expelled. a cop car started driving towards me and i hid in a bush. I started sneaking back to my dorm, and once i went in my dorm i just laid on my bed, and started having the most fucked up LSD breakthrough?My first thought as to what to do about my impending doom was to simply exit this reality and enter a different one where the cops wouldnt come for me. It seemed like not only the best plan, but the only one that would work. And i also knew that if it failed, i was going to have to kms. This was aided by the fact that the hallucinations were so intense that my plain white ceiling's patterns turned into eyes, and the words suicide and every reason why were written on them. It actually looked really cool but unfortunately this happened durign a bad trip moment. So i closed my eyes and started trying to switch realities by willpower.
Im pretty sure at this point i ego deathed (which would make it my first ego death).I started time looping - in order to make and enter the alternate reality i wanted i had to live through every moment and i had to replay the scenario over and over again, what felt like infinitely, until every possible thing that could happen was done. this took on both a visual and sonic representation within my head, as though at the beginning there were many different choices to make, but they all tapered to the same one line. This represented the moment i was living in; each and every time i replayed this time loop, it ended in failure or suicide, which then became the idea of "hell".I ended up playing this over and over for what really felt like eternity, eternal hell, and i started having to really think about then what would be the "heaven". At some point, from some where, the soundtrack in my head (some twisted version of Scriabin's 7th sonata and the modulations from his op 38 valse), emerged a heavenly resolution. and it was as though i was living in the hell time loop, and could now see salvation...But of course i could not enter this heaven, because i was in hell. In order to create my reality, to enter this heaven, then, i had to stop being me. I am sure at this point i then had ego death. I was in the time loop, but it was like time had become irrelevant. now instead of time, i entered an identity loop. i lived as my younger self as a child, while still in contact with "heaven" guiding my way, and i relived physical abuse, then my life through to the point where i was now. like my life flashed before my eyes. Now i was dead, and could become someone else. i became my sister, and my mother for a short while, i then became amorphous scattering between different ideas of people. each time i was somebody or something i was beaten or experienced some other abuse. then something sparked and through this web i landed on a sunny bright blonde girl, who i then became, and was sexually assaulted and beaten what must have been a hundred times. But at this point i didnt have a personality- i was the person that i was - my personaltiy became this fusion between me and this person and for this woman her terrible childhood which i had also lived through was sort of like a forge of determination? like she was determined to be happy and truly live life despite that... im not really sure, but as i was this person now i had a mechanical grin on my face now, as if if i stopped smiling, happiness and the future would shatter.this was very convoluted. I needed to be her to get into my "heaven" and so i also needed what she needed. this sort of fused into the new combined idea that i needed to maintain that specific mood/outlook in order to extract myself from my hell, and stay like that so i didnt end up going back. So the breakthrough and weed started wearing off, and my personality was fucked, i had just had a horrible experience but was beyond determined not to acknowledge it, it felt basically like i had faced hell, and through my own abilities escaped it. just fucking dipped to a different reality, and this feeling of success was euphoric beyond belief. I was now me again, but what was me had changed. fundamentally, as a combination between the two. some part of me might have died in that time loop...After that immense fuckery i was now tripping balls still and of course had the majority of the trip still left...T+ 3 hours - I go on a walk to clear my head. every window i look at is like a television screen with porn playing. After the breakthrough experience everything went sexual and was also sexual during it (read: sexual assault) and this crossed with the intense hallucinations to warp windows into porn screens. this was pretty cool, ngl. Time kind of blurred, but i know this walk lasted like 2 hours. at around 11 i decided for some unknown fucking reason to smoke more weed, but this time no bt bad trip time.i was kind of just beyond confused and still tripping balls, and now also experiencing a ritalin crash that had cumulated over 8 days. i had a horrible headache and just felt miserable. I was drawing a lot of metaphors and insight at this point, because on comedowns from lsd what usually happens is my brain tried to get insight into things, and draw metaphors between the manic balls tripping part opf the trip and reality.some metaphors i drew centered around the idea that i had "violated" the person i used to be and my former future through drugs. the trip was fucking wack
this trip was confusing, bizarre, both terrible and also awesome, and i could honestly see how a trip like this could just straight up traumatize someone. It was unnerving as fuck and really wierd. I am experienced with serious fuckshit though, so im not traumatized by it tbh but its still a wierd thing to process.
ive never had lsd visuals work like that before, not even on 600ug back in january. These visuals were literally altering reality into other things, and they looked "real". It wasnt like DPH where hallucinations look identical to actual real objects and are generated from nothing, it was images generated from what was already there, just taken to an extreme. Also, when i did DPH (highest dose 1600mg), i could pretty much always tell if something was real or not, with the exception of people (sometimes). I know the fucking lobster crawling out of my desk isnt real bruh. But pornhub on a phone? cop cars driving around? those were very real and believable. I might have actually seen a real cop car and that triggered things, idk. If i looked at some random pile of stuff, id start seeing a women form, and that was cool. It wasnt like it was there, just visible as part of the pattern.
tldr; stim binge + highest ever dose acid + weed is a bad idea. i almost killed myself and it was the most fucked up experience ive ever had, first ego death and an lsd breakthrough.
Practice basic harm reduction id never want somebody other than me to go through something like that O_O
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2020.09.18 13:52 nextzero182 I watch a horror movie every day, here's everything I watched in August

(2019) The Lighthouse 9.5/10
The visuals are jaw-dropping; almost every single frame of this film is photographic. The soundtrack is stripped down to just these haunting sounds of fog horns and piss buckets. The package everything is delivered in, from an artistic standpoint, is so memorable. The performances by Pattinson and Dafoe are both some of the best I’ve seen this entire year and really, the decade…possibly of all time. They deliver this brilliant script’s dialogue with such passion, humor and intensity. The story in this film is shrouded in mystery but the clues and tools needed to decipher it do exist and with a re-watch, finding them felt so rewarding.
(2007) Zodiac 9/10
This is one of my favorite Fincher movies and for anyone familiar with his stellar catalogue, that’s a bold claim. It feels so real and lived-in. The cast is absolutely stacked but so complimentary. It’s not the most violent film, it’s much more story driven but the moments of violence feel fucking powerful. The horror in this film isn’t about the serial killer, it’s really about obsession and Gyllenhaal absolutely nails his performance to bring that aspect home. Despite this film’s high praise by critics and regular assholes like myself, it is a slow-burn. It’s long and tedious and that aspect, which I love, could easily turn someone off.
(1981) Raiders of the Lost Ark 9/10
Raiders of the Lost Arc is such an important movie to me. It helped open my eyes to darker content as a child, for better or worse. It also introduced me to one of my favorite characters of all time, Indiana Jones. Harrison Ford doesn’t play a superhero in this movie, he’s very flawed and mortal. Yet, somehow he always seems to prevail, despite dire circumstances. Everything that could ever be said about this film has been said, I’m just here to show my appreciation.
(2014) Spring 8.5/10
This movie is wonderful, raw, natural and intriguing. It’s not over-acted or overthought in any way. It’s fucked up and complicated. This felt like an homage to Possession but the love story aspect really shines through. It feels helpless and hopeful at the same time. Benson’s script is amazing. The influences are impossible not to see but the dialogue is incredibly natural. The reactions are the same. I’ve always said that films shot in idyllic landscapes are a blank canvas for horror. There’s so much beautiful contrast.
(2007) Timecrimes 8.5/10
I loved this movie when I first saw it but upon rewatching it, I can’t help but stress its influence in the time-loop horror sub-genre. Sure films like Primer definitely helped pave the way but Timecrimes really manages to focus less on the science fiction and more on the horrifying consequences that come with time travel. I really enjoyed Karra Elajalde’s performance, his character’s physical and mental degradation throughout the film is really a high point to me. Almost all of these films on paper would seem predictable in concept but Timecrimes is just another one that manages to pull you in despite that. A part of me knew exactly how this was going to play out but a bigger part of me was too engrossed to be sure.
(2018) Gwen 8.5/10
This movie is an atmospheric slow burn down to the T so if that’s a sub-genre you generally don’t enjoy, this isn’t going to be something to change your mind. With that being said, it’s an incredibly heartbreaking story that, while exists in the folk-horror genre, subverts any and all expectations. The characters are real and suffering in this sort of beautiful but also incredibly bleak, barren landscape. Eleanor Worthington-Cox and Maxine Peaks carry the entire film. The story itself, while simple, yet powerful, is unwoven tediously, evoking all sorts of dread. I don’t think- scratch that, I know everyone is not going to like this movie. The plot is way too stripped down for mainstream appeal. If you find yourself empathizing with the characters and become personally involved in the period and setting, it can be an emotional watch.
(2005) Constantine 8.5/10
I was pretty surprised at the semi-mixed reaction to this film before I learned it was a comic book adaptation. Listen, I’ve obviously never even heard about this comic but let me just say, as a standalone movie, it’s fucking awesome. It’s basically Keanu Reeves battling his way through hell, murking demons and basically just being badass as shit. I love the entire cast, Rachel Weisz, Shia LaBeouf, etc. A true standout to me too was Tilda Swinton who plays the vague gendered Gabriel. The special effects, even 15 years later, are still fucking awesome. There’s a ton of CGI which isn’t always my favorite but it’s quality CGI that stands the test of time. I really loved this movie, I’d recommend it to anyone.
(2020) Relic 8/10
Robyn Nevin is fantastic here and all the supporting roles are great but not only does this woman make the movie, she is the movie. Her dialogue, her delivery and her body language, at least to me, are a huge chunk of the entire plot. I just found this movie to be gentle until it isn’t, which makes for the most tense moments. It’s a very claustrophobic film; I think it does justice to a very serious and frightening illness.
(1986) The Little Shop of Horrors 8/10
Okay to keep things real, I’ve never been a big musical dude but this movie is fun as hell. Rick Moranis is as goofy as ever and good god…the practical effects are mind-blowing. You’re watching this giant plant movie and it just melts your brain thinking about how it was accomplished. I had to look it up and after finding out it took sped-up footage, vocal matching with said footage and 60 men to operate this giant…puppet(?), I couldn’t be more impressed.
(2020) Palm Springs 8/10
It doesn’t take long to catch on that, while this is a romantic comedy, it’s also a sci-fi horror film and a specific subset of sci-fi that makes me anxious. So in some regards, at least to genre placement, there’s my bias. The movie is seriously a treat though. It’s a new spin on an old formula and it’s genuinely funny, suspenseful and endearing. Even if you disagree that it shouldn’t be discussed in the horror circles, you won’t regret watching it.
(1979) Nosferatu the Vampire 8/10
This film not only embodies and celebrates the original in terms of structure as well as substance, but in its restrained filmmaking methods; its ability to let shots live without intervention. It’s atmospheric, well-trimmed and just an all-around, exceptional film. Klaus Kinsi as Nosferatu is perfect; I loved the makeup design. His character is so out in the open that the shots have to be perfect in order to avoid the sillier pitfalls of films in the same vein attempting to achieve the same results. It still contains small doses of the eras beloved campiness, which I can appreciate to some degree, as it feels balanced within context. Dracula’s takeover of the town is anything but some violent, typical horror spectacle. Rather, Werner Herzog decides to portray it in a fever-dream-like fashion, elevated by the very minimal but well-used soundtrack.
(2009) The House of the Devil 8/10
Modern horror is no stranger to throwback aesthetics from earlier decades but in 2009, that wasn’t the case. Not only did this movie pioneer that but it did it so successfully. My absolute favorite aspect of this film is the retro feel. It captured 70’s horror so incredibly well. Ti West is a talented filmmaker and this is one of my favorites by him. It’s a slow burn but so sinister and despite many complaining that the payoff wasn’t worth the wait, I have to disagree. Also, the suspense during the build-up was my favorite part. The violence, especially early on, while limited, is so powerful and raw. It really set an uneasy tone for the rest of the runtime.
(1989) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade 8/10
You know, this movie was the least memorable of the trilogy to me and I think that holds up, to a degree. I like this movie a lot though, fuck it, I love this movie. It’s the least horror focused but still has at least one intense body-horror moment. I don’t think too many people talk about how brave this movie is though; it tackles one of the most divisive topics, religion and does so in such a thrilling fashion. Indy is still Indy here, he’s fucking badass; his character and dialogue excel in this entry immensely. Not just dialogue but this film contains some of the best action choreography of the entire series, something that almost seems unfairly diminished through repetition. This movie is fucking awesome.
(1984) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom 8/10
This is probably the most influential horror movie of my entire childhood. The first time I watched it I had to shut it off at the heart scene and I think it took a few more tries to even make it through the whole thing. Unlike Scream, watching this decades later didn’t really totally eliminate that. I think it’s a scary movie and a really dark turn in the trilogy. There are quirky aspects of it character wise that are kind of goofy but playful. Overall though, goddamn dude, these set pieces are amazing. I love this movie and I’m totally biased but there are so many iconic moments during it. Harrison Ford is also jacked to shit and just at an all-time fuck-shit-up mode. His greedy and gritty character compliments the plot incredibly well.
(1984) The Terminator 8/10
This movie, simply put, is badass as shit. Everything you could ever need to know about it is established in the very first scene. I’m aware the series kind of progresses into more action focused territory with the sequels but the original will always be a horror movie to me. The pacing, the unstoppable force that is Arnold, it’s all thrilling as shit. Sure, there’s a few instances of 80’s special effects that have aged like milk, mostly with the final scene but for the most part, the effects look dope still. Cameron hasn’t missed in his entire career in my opinion and this film is a benchmark in multi-genre spanning, epic, cinematic movies. I love it.
(2009) The Loved Ones 7.5/10
This is the film that got me into Sean Byrne and it’s really something special. It reminds of almost a modern day interpretation of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, if the dinner scene was the entire film. It’s a non-thinker, fun horror movie in a purest sense. Byrne seems aware of that and the story and pacing all cater to it so well. Robin McLeavy plays one of the most unlikable villains to date and that alone is a ticket for investment in this film. It would seem almost playful to a horror veteran but the sadistic and incestuous nature of her writing is something to behold. This is a popcorn movie but a great one at that.
(1973) The Crazies 7/10
There’s some silly and overly-eccentric characters, per Romero’s usual style but I actually enjoyed this one a lot. I’m not even speaking directly about the remake but this film inspired a lot of modern horror films and concepts. There’s this great scene with this old lady knitting that I just adore. The innocent and violent clash in such an effective way. Obviously the horror aspects in that scene, as well as the virus itself are very fictional. The government response though, seems almost plausible, considering how they’re currently handling Covid-19. The miscommunication within government agencies in this film is both satisfying and frustratingly accurate.
(2019) I Trapped the Devil 7/10
This one is a bit of a slow-burn but I felt the tension from beginning to end so none of it felt like a blind investment. It had the potential to be another, cookie-cutter, pretentious statement but what I found it to be was simply a well-crafted horror film. While this film doesn’t shoot for the moon, it executes a well-trimmed, concise story and I’d fully recommend it to anyone interested in satanic horror.
(1935) The Black Room 7/10
This is another Universal horror film starring Karloff, directed by Roy Neill. It presents itself with the usual, tight-knit flair you may have come to expect but it somehow has seen much less recognition than any of the major monster movies. I really liked this movie. Despite the predictable nature, I found the short run-time to be refreshing and the performances were great. It was also a really cleanly produced. I suspect that’s due to the lack of need for special effects but nevertheless, it’s a high point. Definitely check this one out. It feels warms and slightly gothic; overall, it’s just a very well-executed movie.
(2004) The Day After Tomorrow 6/10
This may be due to the unrealistic science fiction needed to drive these plots, but I can’t decide if Emmerich takes his own work seriously. These films are undoubtedly brilliant visual spectacles at times and pretty goddamn entertaining but also a breeding ground for vapid characters. However, his films also seem to have actual political and social commentary. In the case of this film, it’s the world’s most on-the-nose message about climate change. I’m not even sure how much of a criticism that is but take it for what you will. The intense scenes in this movie are legitimately intense and even watching this 16 years after it was released, the CGI is pretty great. New York city is a fun sandbox for disaster porn and I had a great time watching it.
(2014) The Possession of Michael King 6/10
I was pleasantly surprised by this one. The “Possession of” movies are a mixed bag and despite this one in particular being really low-budget, they did a great job at creating scary visuals. I loved the psychological torment, specifically this idea with flies that’s legitimately creepy as fuck. They take it to a level where I think right at the end it dips off into the ridiculous but not in a way that’s awful, just not to my personal tastes.
(2019) Sweetheart 6/10
Sweetheart is a fairly well-made survival horror film that starts out well but unfortunately fades into mediocrity. While the first half is actually more of a methodical portion of the film, it’s strangely the second act that feels like a chore to watch at times. There’s some talent to look out for here but it seems underdeveloped on this project. With that being said, it’s still really entertaining for the most part, just treat it more as a popcorn movie rather than something to really sink your teeth into.
(2013) Boar 6/10
Yeah I don’t even really know what to say. It’s a killer boar movie. It’s fun, the gore is pretty great and it’s well-paced. I don’t really feel inspired to write a novel about it but it’s worth a watch.
(2014) Digging up the Marrow 6/10
I’m not surprised to hear people complaining about this film because it’s by no means perfect. However, I am surprised to hear so many people targeting Adam Green’s ego as being the shining flaw in this movie. I have no bias towards the guy, I’m a casual fan but I do think that people mistook the meta-aspects of this story to be simply for self-service. With that being said, I like this movie. I don’t love it but the build-up was pretty intense, carried by an always somewhat unhinged Ray Wise. I’m glad they didn’t show a ton right away or really, at all, because it would have been even cheesier. This is a fun movie though that’s really not meant to be taken all that seriously. The creature design is cool and it’s just an easily digestible popcorn flick. I would have re-wrote the ending a bit to be less convoluted and abrupt (paradoxical almost, I know) but I can still recommend this one.
(2015) The Vatican Tapes 6/10
I didn’t have high hopes for this one, exorcism movies are just so oversaturated. With that being said, I was pleasantly surprised. The horror of it all, the culmination or whatever, is exactly what you’d expect and if that seems like a spoiler, it’s more of a statement on the sub-genre itself. It’s the build-up and basically entire first half that impressed me. I truly felt like the events that conspire could happen to anyone. This was by no means a waste of time, despite how many times this story has been done.
(2014) The Last Showing 5.5/10
Robert Englund lends his talents to a b-movie of sorts here but the end product isn’t that bad. Outside of him, the acting isn’t bad either. Chris Geere from You’re the Worst is actually in it and he’s such a hilariously miserable cunt. It entertained me enough but in the end, felt really bland. I’m feeling pretty eh on this one.
(2017) Lost Child 5/10
Lost Child wasn’t quite what I was expecting, which in some ways, was the only thing I enjoyed about it. They keep the mystery going for a long time and to their credit, I was never exactly sure how things were going to play out. Unfortunately, it’s just really boring and there’s no huge payoff. I liked a few of the characters and as far as production and acting goes, it was just fine. It’s kind of one of those mid-movies that doesn’t do a whole lot wrong but also doesn’t do a whole lot right.
(2019) In the Tall Grass 4.5/10
People seem to be pretty divisive about this film to the point where not a lot of middle ground criticism is being offered but that’s where it lands to me. It often engaged me, I like a lot of the sci-fi aspects, felt there were a few good performances and I didn’t hate the conclusion. With that being said, not a single aspect of this movie wow’d me in any fashion. It feels like it actually could have been shortened a bit, as in like an episode of an anthology. I don’t hate it but I don’t love it either.
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2020.09.16 16:34 cassie_to_heart 21F - Lonely (trans) gal feeling like a black sheep in the civilian world

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub of taking the leap of faith in extending an invitation) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; which was fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center, provided with a dual US/Australian citizenship. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
However, due to in part with my many mini-depressive episodes of loneliness and isolation (no it's not due to 2020 or COVID) which has been chronic for years, I haven't engaged with some of my interests recently or things I'd like to do in my pastime.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions (geez I sound like a POG complaining of the most POG'est unit). There is enough personal experience to warrant my choice and decision to leave any friendships and move on to the chapter of making ones with people in the military background, and to an extent, those with a law enforcement background.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice and Two Funerals takes the cake for me... and I encourage you to take a listen.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of long-term friendships, almost akin to camaraderie.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS and the phrase "Applesauce" (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs).
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2020.09.16 16:24 cassie_to_heart 21F - Lonely (trans) gal feeling like a black sheep in the civilian world [Friendship]

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; which was fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center, provided with a dual US/Australian citizenship. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
However, due to in part with my many mini-depressive episodes of loneliness and isolation (no it's not due to 2020 or COVID) which has been chronic for years, I haven't engaged with some of my interests recently or things I'd like to do in my pastime.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions (geez I sound like a POG complaining of the most POG'est unit). There is enough personal experience to warrant my choice and decision to leave any friendships and move on to the chapter of making ones with people in the military background, and to an extent, those with a law enforcement background.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice and Two Funerals takes the cake for me... and I encourage you to take a listen.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of long-term friendships, almost akin to camaraderie.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS and the phrase "Applesauce" (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs).
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2020.09.16 16:19 cassie_to_heart 21 - Lonely (trans) gal feeling like a black sheep in the civilian world

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; which was fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center, provided with a dual US/Australian citizenship. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
However, due to in part with my many mini-depressive episodes of loneliness and isolation (no it's not due to 2020 or COVID) which has been chronic for years, I haven't engaged with some of my interests recently or things I'd like to do in my pastime.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions (geez I sound like a POG complaining of the most POG'est unit). There is enough personal experience to warrant my choice and decision to leave any friendships and move on to the chapter of making ones with people in the military background, and to an extent, those with a law enforcement background.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice and Two Funerals takes the cake for me... and I encourage you to take a listen.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of long-term friendships, almost akin to camaraderie.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS and the phrase "Applesauce" (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs).
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2020.09.16 16:11 cassie_to_heart 21 - Lonely (trans) gal feeling like a black sheep in the civilian world

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; which was fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center, provided with a dual US/Australian citizenship. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
However, due to in part with my many mini-depressive episodes of loneliness and isolation (no it's not due to 2020 or COVID) which has been chronic for years, I haven't engaged with some of my interests recently or things I'd like to do in my pastime.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions. There is enough personal experience to warrant my choice and decision to leave any friendships and move on to the chapter of making ones with people in the military background, and to an extent, those with a law enforcement background.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice and Two Funerals takes the cake for me... and I encourage you to take a listen.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of long-term friendships, almost akin to camaraderie.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS and the phrase "Applesauce" (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs).
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2020.09.16 16:09 cassie_to_heart 21 [F4M] Australia - Lonely (trans) gal feeling like a black sheep in the civilian world

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; which was fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center, provided with a dual US/Australian citizenship. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
However, due to in part with my many mini-depressive episodes of loneliness and isolation (no it's not due to 2020 or COVID) which has been chronic for years, I haven't engaged with some of my interests recently or things I'd like to do in my pastime.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions. There is enough personal experience to warrant my choice and decision to leave any friendships and move on to the chapter of making ones with people in the military background, and to an extent, those with a law enforcement background.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice and Two Funerals takes the cake for me... and I encourage you to take a listen.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of long-term friendships, almost akin to camaraderie.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS and the phrase "Applesauce" (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs).
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2020.09.15 14:59 TheMightyCloud I compiled a list of every pop culture reference in Bob’s Burgers Season 2

If you want to see season one please visit my profile, also sorry for formatting mistakes, I’m on mobile.
*S2E1- “Mellow Yellow by Donovan” BotD: ‘I’m Mad About Saffron Burger (made with no saffron)’
*S2E1 at 1:36- “Sade” Teddy invited Bob and Linda to a party, but they can’t go because they schedule sex on Sunday nights, and Teddy asks if they’d like to borrow his Sade tape for it.
*S2E1 at 6:02- “Footloose” After breaking into an abandoned factory Jimmy Jr. predictably bursts into dance, and Zeke is there to cheer for him to not hold back because it’s an empty warehouse, like in Footloose.
*S2E1 at 11:33- “Catherine Zeta-Jones” Linda refers to Bob’s penis as a girl and when Bob asks why it’s female Linda says it’s “Because it’s a pretty brunette, like Catherine Zeta-Jones”.
*S2E1 at 11:58- “127 Hours” Louise gets stuck in a room in the factory’s basement and when assessing her situation she says, “Well, at least I’m not trapped so I don’t have to cut anything off, like that impatient idiot”.
*S2E1 at 12:13- “Aqua Boogie by Parliament Funkadelic” Gene is banging a brick on old water pipes and asks Tina what song he’s playing, after three quick hits of the brick Tina says, “Aqua Boogie by P Funk?” Gene answers, “YES!!...wow.”
*S2E2- “The Horse Whisperer” The pest control truck was The Pest Pesterer
*S2E2 at 2:07- “The Bachelor” Louise is complaining that she has to write an essay about someone important to her, and Tina said she would write about “the guy who flies the helicopter on The Bachelor”.
*S2E3- “Shake Your Moneymaker by Elmore James” BotD: ‘Shake Your Honeymaker Burger (comes with honey mustard)’
*S2E3- “Caddyshack” The pest control van was called Rattyshack
*S2E3 at 4:56- “The Olympics” Tina reminds Gene and Louise about last year’s olympics and how Linda made them do everything in unison after watching synchronized swimming.
*S2E3 at 7:23- “Dynasty” Mr. Frond mentions having the 1996 olympics synchronized swimming on VHS, and Linda responds, “Ooh, I have Dynasty on VHS.”
*S2E3 at 9:07- “Flashdance” Tina says Jennifer Beals was a visual learner in Flashdance because “she had to watch a lot of welding before she got good.”
*S2E3 at 11:54- “Tom Selleck” Linda is daydreaming of all the synchronized swimming moves she can do with the kids; one of those moves is a pyramid topped with a shirtless and charming Tom Selleck.
*S2E3 at 14:24- “Ghost” Bob is teaching Linda how to use the new soft serve machine, and Linda is imaging the pottery wheel scene from Ghost. Tom Selleck joins in at the end here too.
*S2E4- “Papa Was a Rollin Stone by The Undisputed Truth”, “Edward R. Murrow”, “Band on the Run by Wings” BotD: ‘Papaya Was a Rollin Stone Burger’ BotD: ‘Good Night and Good Leek Burger’ BotD: ‘Band on the Bun Burger (comes with wings)’
*S2E4- “A Bridge Too Far” The business next door is A Fridge Too Far: Used Appliances
*S2E4 at 4:08- “The Shining” Bob gets carpal tunnel, and his misshapen hands lead Gene to say, “Redrum. Redrum.” using The Tony Voice.
*S2E4 at 4:27- “Spider-Man” Bob is showing the family his new carpal tunnel braces and Gene says, “Please tell me they shoot webs.”
*S2E4 at 17:40- “Gilligan’s Island” Linda gets called to the yacht club to pick up Bob, who is crazy and high on pain pills, but she thinks she’s there to go sailing, and sings “Three-hour tour...” as she walks into the club.
*S2E5- “Spice Girls” Pest control van was called No Mice Girls.
*S2E5- List of food truck references: “Schindler’s List”- ‘Schindler’s Fish’ “Genghis Khan”- ‘Genghis Flan’ “Ode to Joy by Friedrich Schiller”- ‘Ode to Soy’ “Sherlock Holmes”- ‘Sherlock Scones’ “Ghostbusters”- ‘Roastbusters’ “I Am Sam”- ‘I Am Clam’ “Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler”- ‘Total Eclipse of the Tart’ “Jeepers Creepers”- ‘Jeepers Crêp-ers’ “Casablanca”- ‘Here’s Looking at You, Squid’
*S2E5 at 1:54- “Werner Herzog” Randy parks his food truck in front of the restaurant and Gene exclaims, “It’s the documentarian who hates Dad and puts wigs on cows!” to which Tina replies, “Werner Herzog?”
*S2E5 at 4:48- “Pretty Woman” Bob buys a beat up food truck, and when Tina suggests it needs a makeover Linda says, “We’re gonna turn this whore into a pretty woman! Big mistake. Big... I love it when she does that.”
*S2E5 at 5:20- “Black Beauty by Anna Sewell” “The Music Man by Meredith Wilson” & “The Godfather” While Tina works in the restaurant and Gene and Louise are in the food truck they communicate by walkie-talkies, and they all have code names, Tina’s is Black Beauty, Gene’s is Music Man, and Louise’s is The Godfather.
*S2E5 at 8:40- “The Partridge Family” Linda is lonely working in the restaurant by herself so she closes for the day to go on the food truck, saying, “We’re gonna be like the Partridge family, but with food.”
*S2E5 at 9:51- “Lollapalooza” Randy tells Bob the only way to make money in the food truck is at the food festival circuit, the first festival being called ‘Lolla-Pa-Foods-A’.
*S2E5 at 10:50- “Jennifer Lopez” Driving the food truck makes Linda feel powerful enough to give her crazy road rage, and she screams at a pedestrian on crutches, “Hey, Jennifer Slow-pez! Get the hell out of the road!”
*S2E5 at 10:58- “Driving Miss Daisy” Linda’s driving the food truck behind an old woman and she screams, “Hey, Driving Miss Crazy, pick a lane!”
*S2E6- “Y.M.C.A. by The Village People” BotD: ‘It’s Fun to Eat at the rYeMCA Burger (comes with rYe, Mustard, Cheese, and Avocado)
*S2E6- “The Wizard of Oz” Pest control van was called Wicked Witch of the Pest
*S2E6 at 1:30- “Eat, Pray, Love” Aunt Gayle is on new meds and feeling good, so the restaurant is the first stop on her “Eat, Pray Love trip around the world.”
*S2E6 at 1:58- “Milk” Gayle got Tina a cassette tape of the original motion picture soundtrack to Milk.
*S2E6 at 5:24- “Highlights Magazine” Tina wants to get Dr. Yap a Christmas gift, and she thinks a copy of Highlights would be perfect since he seems to love them.
*S2E6 at 9:26- “One Way or Another by Blondie” Gayle sings a rendition of Blondie’s One Way or Another in a montage of her “seducing” Bob.
*S2E6 at 13:54- “Tom Selleck” Linda admits she and Tina only came on the family ski trip to go to a charity benefit hosted by Tom Selleck. Linda thinks about Tom Selleck a lot.
*S2E7- “Little Miss Sunshine”, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cindy Lauper”, “The Final Countdown by Europe” BotD: ‘Little Miss Bunshine Burger’ BotD: ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fennel Burger’ BotD: ‘The Final Kraut Down Burger (comes with sauerkraut)’
*S2E7 at 1:14- “Larry King” Another restaurant owner is warning Bob of a food critic visit, saying the critic hits places in an order: Asian, European, Latin, American. Then Gene says, “Just like Larry King with his wives.”
*S2E7 at 11:46- “Borat” Bob is having a nightmare about what his life would be like if he worked an office job, as he eats birthday cake in the break room he asks who made the cake, and someone replies with the “my wife” line, which causes Bob to yell “Oh it’s Borat!”
*S2E7 at 17:21- “Tin Cup” Not only did they kidnap the food critic, but they opened his mail, and they found a copy of the movie Tin Cup, which Bob makes sure to tell him is a terrible movie even though Bob has never seen it.
*S2E8- “Valley of the Dolls” The business next door is called Valley of the Doilies.
*S2E8 at 1:11- A List of Tina’s Erotic Fiction: “Erotic Twilight” “Sexy Lord of the Rings” “Erotic Harry Potter” “Erotic Cinderella” “Sexy Simpsons” “Erotic Gossip Girl” “Sexy Sesame Street” “Erotic E.R.” “Erotic Bones” “Erotic Law and Order” “Sexy 60 Minutes” “Erotic Garfield” “Sexy 90210” “Erotic Good Wife” “Erotic Muppets”
*S2E8 at 12:50- “The NeverEnding Story” Tina cuts class with Tammy, Zeke, and Jimmy Jr. to go to the movies and see NeverEnding Gory.
*S2E8 at 18:29- “Footloose” Tina writes an erotic friend fiction that she reads to her whole class, who also all happen to be in the story, and it’s titled ‘Buttloose’.
*S2E9- “Puttin’ on the Ritz”, “Ain’t Misbehavin’ by Fats Waller”, “I’m Gonna Git You Sucka”, “Every Breath You Take by The Police” BotD: ‘Poutine on the Ritz Burger’ BotD: ‘MediterrAin’t Misbehavin’ Burger’ BotD: ‘I’m Gonna Git You Succotash Burger’ BotD: ‘Every Breath You Tikka Masala Burger’
*S2E9- “Mommie Dearest” The business next door is Yes, Wire Hangers!
*S2E9- “How the West Was Won” Pest control van was called How The Pest Was Won
*S2E9 at 1:29- “Rachel Ray” Bob is thinking about auditioning to be on Get up an Go’s cooking segment, and mistakenly calls himself a ‘celebrity chef’, to which Gene says, “Whoa! Okay, Rachel Ray over here.” Louise adds, “With bigger hips.”
*S2E9 at 3:08- “David Bowie” Gene is convinced Beefsquatch is who he is now, but Louise reminds him of all the times he thought that, including when he dressed as David Bowie, face paint included.
*S2E9 at 4:28- “The Today Show” Chuck, the host of Get up and Go, wants Beefsquatch to be on the cooking segment like “when they had a chimp on The Today Show”.
*S2E9 at 18:20- “Gladiator” As the cooking segment completely falls apart, and Bob and Gene wrestle on the floor in front of a chanting crowd, Bob yells, “Are you not entertained?!”
*S2E9 at 18:45- “The Bible” In an attempt to break up Bob and Gene’s fight, Linda yells, “You’re father and son, you’re supposed to love each other, not kill each other! This isn’t the Bible!”
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2020.09.15 11:32 SuperHotUKDeals Tales Of Vesperia Definitive Premium Edition (Xbox One) £24.99 Delivered @ Amazon

The description of this deal was not provided by this subreddit and it's contributors.
£24.99 - Amazon
Pretty neat price for this version. The game itself can be had for around £10 but I think the extra £15 would worth the money, especially that steelbook. :D NBP is based on price from Bandai website.
Premium Edition Include
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The party grows stronger!
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2020.09.15 02:04 cassie_to_heart 21 [F4M] Australia - Let me prove I'm a unconventional geeky (trans) gal worth talking to (any US military guys?)

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; one of which is fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice takes the cake for me.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of taking care of each other in good company (akin to infantry guys in their unit) and are here for long-term. And no, this has no sexual connotations of it.
Preferably, I'd like to establish a friendship. Whilst I am somewhat open at the prospect of it becoming something more (though no expectations), the trust for me to be very comfortable around a guy is earned. It may be quick, or it may be slow depending.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS and the phrase "Applesauce" (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs)
Who knows? I'd be inclined to pair up with you to a military ball if I feel that comfortable with you when we meet in person (terrible and corny joke haha.... or is it?)
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2020.09.14 23:50 pm_me_reason_to_livx Some noteworthy anime I've seen in the past few months.

We don't talk about anime on this sub often by there are a lot of great stuff amongst the pile that are under the radar. Anime is a medium I've been kinda neglecting throughout my years of watching TV shows, but this year, in the midst of covid-19 and my fatigue of ordinary U.S. series I decided to check out more anime series. I've covered a few new anime series in my 2020 write-ups list, but here are some other noteworthy (and unnoteworthy) anime I've seen in the past few months (with ratings cause I like rating shit):
N.H.K ni yōkoso!/Welcome to the N.H.K
I don't think I've ever related to a series more than I have this one. Revolving around a 22-year old 'NEET' who's an asocial recluse, as he gets help on his social anxiety from a strange girl he randomly met one day who happens to already know almost everything about him. This is something fans of Bojack Horseman will enjoy as it is on the same emotional level. If you're anti-social or have social anxiety or a hikikomori etc. this one's for you, but be careful despite a resolved ending the final episode still leaves you with a dread feeling that life is pointless anyways (and it's best to just do what's necessary to survive).
rating: 5/5 
Gantz
Add this to the short lists of anime which are better in dub because the subtitles doesn't do it justice. I'm glad I noticed that because I fucking love the profane dialogue on this anime, in fact, I love this anime as a whole. Great concept, very explicit, fucking badass, and in terms of attitude, the main character Kei is literally me. I have 2 big issues with Gantz though: 1. The animation style is bad. It's 2D animation with 3D animation cinematography, and it didn't age well at all. 2. The slow-paced action. And this might have to do with the cheap animation too, but the early mission scenes are so frustrating to watch, because they just won't fucking shoot!! I want a scene to scene remake of this anime, a remake that continues the adaptation of the manga.
rating: 4/5 
School Days
Some will say this is one of the worst animes ever, others will say it's one of the best, I am the latter. About a boy who falls in love with girl he sees everyday on the train ride to school, this anime is one of the few (if not only) shows I've seen that genuinely and honestly portrays the sexual desires of the average teenage boy as our main character chooses sex over love every chance he gets. There's also the character development and the slow-burn change in tone/atmosphere to praise, as the series grows from being a lighthearted romance into something sinister as the characters delve deeper and deeper into madness, succumbing to their own feelings.
rating: 5/5 
Boruto: Naruto Next Generation
Seen 48 episodes so far and i must say.... Boruto isn't that bad. In fact, Boruto so far is more well put together than the 2nd half of the shinobi war arc in Naruto Shippuden (which was just a mess). Boruto takes the best parts of Naruto and reinvents it in my opinion. And what's most commendable is how the series doesn't rely too much on already established characters (I hate Metal Lee though). The Sarada/Sasuke arc is the best arc I've seen so far. The Genin exams were good too. Cho-Cho is fucking hilarious. As a long time fan of Naruto the world building is interesting to see too.
rating: 3/5 
Prison School
While watching this half the time I was rolling my eyes at the absurd overly-sexualized scenarios and the other half I was laughing my ass off. How do you get you panties caught on the door knob woman!? Prison School knows exactly what it is and embraces it. It's an ecchi anime with over-the-top and wildly dramatic scenarios. You'll either find it funny, stupid or both.
rating: 3/6 
Shimoneta: A Boring World Where the Concept of Dirty Jokes Doesn't Exist
There are ecchi animes, there are ecchi animes that satirically make fun of other ecchi animes, and then there's Shimoneta, an anime portraying the horrors of an overly censored world? Even though I like to think that this novel was written as a jab at Japan and their dumb censorship laws, I didn't really like this series. It just wasn't doing it for me. The encounters between Tanukichi and Anna were the only bits I really enjoyed, there's just something about male animated characters trying to avoid rape that I always find hilarious (i.e Mr. Jellybean scene from Rick and Morty)
rating: 1/5 
Rin: Daughters of Mnemosyne
I think this is the first anime I've ever watched that wasn't adapted from a manga or light novel, and the first anime I've watched with 40+ minute episodes and not 20+ minute episodes. It's great though, quite slow paced compared to most short-form animes, it's more along the line of a U.S. drama series, similar to both Black Mirror and Carnival Row as it mixed fantasy and sci-fi. I'm actually surprised this series isn't more popular in the U.S. as it has the layout, pacing and tone of a typical U.S. dark sci-fi series.
rating: 4/5 
Golden Boy
This anime is a considered cult-classic and you can tell why by the very first episode. About a boy, who's much smarter than he looks, traveling across Japan on his bicycle having various sexual encounters along the way. It's very funny and quite wholesome. I'm not even disappointed it's only 6-episodes, that's exactly the way it should be, short, sweet and memorable.
rating: 5/5 
Samurai Champloo
Set in an alternate edo period, a delicate girl, a boisterous delinquent and a humbled master swordsman who all met up by fate, sets off on a journey to find the sumarai that smells of sunflowers. Sumarai Champloo isn't the most engaging series I admit. Plus it's told in a format that's pretty obsolete nowadays as it is episodic until the final 3 chapters, so getting through it might be a bit of a chore for some but it's a worth it by the end. It has a dope soundtrack, good fight scenes, some humor here and there and a whole lot of life lessons you could take from it.
Rating: 3.5/5 
My Hero Academia
I've only seen 1 season (so far), but what I take from this is that it's pretty much a Japanese spin on U.S. comic book superheroes..... which still manages to be a very cliche, very typical shonen action anime. About a boy living in a world filled with superheros who appropriately receives powers of his own but can't fully control it yet, I feel like I've seen this already even though I haven't seen it. It is something easy to watch though, maybe I'll continue it sometime.
rating: 1.5/5 
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2020.09.14 12:36 TELMxWILSON Hello Hello r/dnb. Here we are again with all the new tunes for you! [+weekly updated Spotify playlist] New Music Monday! (Week 37)

Weekly updated Spotify Playlist H2L: New Drum & Bass
Soundcloud Playlist H2L: New Drum & Bass Soundcloud
Youtube Playlist H2L: New Drum & Bass Youtube
Last Week's list http://reddit.com/io5vk7
 

Picks Of The Week (by u/lefuniname)

1. ShockOne - Follow Me [UKF]

Recommended if you like: TREi, Ekko & Sidetrack, Mob Tactics
Our weekly releases journey starts in Perth, Australia.
I think we’ve already established that I love a good computer generated voice sample. Whether it’s Pendulum, MUZZ or Jayline, it’s pretty much guaranteed that I’ll like the track if it has Microsoft Sam saying random stuff in it.
The newest addition to this list is ShockOne’s newest track Follow Me. It’s not quite Microsoft Sam, but the rule still applies. What a stonker of a track. Released through his newly founded Dark Machine Records label and UKF, this one continues the hot streaks of both. But can we quickly talk about how good the 2020 UKF series is? Honestly, every time they release a track it instantly ends up in my favorites list of the week. Same goes for Dark Machine Records. Even though they only released Lee Mvvthews’s Turning Back so far, that track alone should speak for the quality of the barely a few months old label.
Back to Follow Me though. The aforementioned computer voice is catchily describing all the ways you are supposed to follow her online. She’s the alpha, omega, beginning, the end, after all. It feels weird to mention Knife Party the second week in a row, but this is giving me serious Internet Friends vibes, which is awesome, because I love that track. The drop is hitting just as hard too, maybe even harder. Faster at least. A perfect mix between “foghorns” (I guess) and dancefloor. Will destroy dancefloors around the world, wherever there are still dancefloors left at least. Update from me a few days later: It indeed destroyed the Rampage dancefloor in Cologne.
But that isn’t the only dancefloor release this week! This week has been pretty incredible for my beloved subgenre and I feel like I have to mention a few other releases real quick. Liquicity titans Feint and Andromedik released their collaboration I’ll Be There, featuring vocals by Cammie Robinson. As expected for the talents involved, it’s a straight-up uplifting dancefloor anthem. Fun fact: it’s part of the third installation of Liquicity’s Alchemy compilation series, fully released on September 2nd.
Speaking of Feint, his contribution to Monstercat’s Rocket League Soundtrack “Outbreak” just got the remix treatment by none other than Fox Stevenson. Definitely a Fox Stevenson-y song, really reminiscent of some of his older Stan SB releases too. Watch out for that second drop. We also have a great collab between Friction, Flowidus and Raphaella called By Your Side. Dancefloor summer anthem if I ever heard one. Last but not least we got a new offering by new Viper signing Madface, named after Borderlands’ best/worst Character: Claptrap.
All in all a great week for dancefloor!

2. Redeyes - Selfportraits LP [The North Quarter]

Recommended if you like: Lenzman, FD, Submorphics, Satl
Next stop: France.
Redeyes is one of France’s finest liquid drum and bass producers. Since he started producing in 2006, he has released on Fokuz, Vandal, Spearhead and The North Quarter. A few years ago he also founded the Vandal sublabel Vandal LTD with fellow frenchman SKS. As the list of labels might already tell you, he is very fond of the hiphop, soulful liquid sound. And as fate would have it, I love that sound too.
This latest album of the Toulouse - based producer was released on Lenzman’s The North Quarter. It’s safe to say that the Dutch liquid forge has once again put out another gem of an album. Let me give you a quick review before I dive deeper: if you like soulful piano-driven liquid, you will absolutely love this one.
Alright, time to dive deep.
Selfportraits starts off with an intro that sets the mood perfectly. But the old school hiphop instrumental intro is just the prelude to A Thousand Times, a dreamy piano-driven liquid tune to drift away to. The blissful production is combined with the soulful voice of Manchester singer [ K S R ], creating a truly beautiful journey, which is also catchy as hell. The song doesn’t end there though. Just like Submorphics and probably many others before on The North Quarter, Redeyes added an extra lyrical performance at the end of the outro, in this case performed by Abnormal Sleepz. This won’t be the last time this happens. It might be a bit irritating when listening to a song on its own, but it makes for a really special album listening experience.
Let’s carry on to Carry Me Home. What a lovely piano man, oh my. That’s literally all my notes have to say for this one. Maybe a bit short, but true nonetheless. The latter half of the track is a hiphop performance by Juga-Naut, which kinda makes me crave a hiphop album by Redeyes. Really great old-school stuff. Next up: Belong, a collab with fellow Frenchman Monty, someone I’m also a big fan of. What can I say, my high expectations were definitely met, maybe even surpassed. The vibe throughout this track is just amazing. Lush, soulful, all of it. This time, the outro teases the following track Outside with snippets of the vocal sample, definitely slowed down though. Said vocal is my favorite part of Outside, but the production is of course also superb. Just so very lovely. I will keep using this word, because it just fits so well. It also features one of the many DRS vocals in its outro!
Delicate is a real dreamer. A lush piano, sparsely used vocal samples, some ambient sounds, too good. He’s definitely a master of piano-focused soulful liquid. Speaking of piano, Low Key is probably the first track that doesn’t feature a “standard” piano. That doesn’t mean it’s any less lovely though, the vibes are still out in full force. The track ends with another emotional DRS lyrical performance. Change.Illusion is one of happier tracks on the album, the vocal sample just puts a smile on my face. In contrast, the DRS feature in the tracks’ outro pulls you back into the dreamy state of the album. Just in time for the funkiest and most energetic track of the LP: Glowin’! Very much old school vibes. As always, the outro gives us a small breather before the next track starts up.
Nearly at the end. All The Reason to keep carrying on! That’s also the next track title, just in case the title case formatting didn’t give it away. Once more Redeyes delivers some happy soulful vibes, this time with the help of a elegantly performed vocal by Lovescene. We’ve arrived at the last track of the album: Slow Pace. Dreamy piano, syncopated drums, you know the drill. The last outro is performed by none other than the now-infamous DJ Flight. Instead of spitting a sick hiphop verse, she is just talking her heart out. About racism, sexism, love, peace and unity. She’s absolutely on point with that message. Love for everyone man.
Very very lovely album. If you like soulful liquid at all, listen to this.
P.S.: For you liquid lovers there’s also the new BCee & Charlotte Haining album, which I wholeheartedly recommend. If you like her vocals, you will love that album too. Also, Artificial Intelligence also has a new EP out. That one is slightly heavier, but I’d still recommend it.

3. Save The Rave - Sevilla [Save The Rave]

Recommended if you like: Disphonia, Redpill, oldschool (?) Neurofunk
Next stop: Spain!
First off, even though the EP is simply titled Sevilla, it’s actually a remix EP of said song. Not sure what happened there.
We’re not talking Save The Rave, the Scooter song, but Save The Rave, the group of mostly neurofunk producers based in, you guessed it, Sevilla. Even though I’d love to talk about the Scooter song too, this is neither the place nor the time for it. Together with Dub Elements and a few others they are an integral part of the Spanish dnb scene. For this remix EP they recruited a bunch of other producers from around the area, with Pikota & Kumbh probably being the most well-known.
I’m actually not sure what the original Sevilla track sounds like, because it’s not on Spotify, but one thing is for sure: it has a computer generated voice, talking about drum and bass in Seville. Awww yiss. It’s a good week for my favorite subsubsubgenre.
Pikota & Kumbh start the remix EP off with their trademark old-school neurofunk sound they’ve already presented to the world on tracks like Déja vu and Ancient Egypt. Variations all over the place, a super dark atmosphere and drums as fast as the train I’m writing this in (it’s a very fast train). I just love that sound. Next up we got a producer named Frannabik, smashing out a more modern Neurofunk interpretation of the song. While their remix could be described as more of a rolling neurofunk tune, Tumare’s remix is the more step-y version of that. The way the latter one switches gears halfway through the drop is just perfect. The last remix was done by JottaFrank and is not drum and bass, so I’ll just elegantly ignore it.
All in all, this is a really well put-together neurofunk remix EP. Even though it’s the same song four times, but slightly different, it doesn’t get boring at all. All producers bring their own touch to the project. Great stuff!

4. EiZO - Bipolar / Hysteria [Music Squad]

Recommended if you like: Koax, Ripple, Fuck About!
Next stop: France! …again!
I actually wanted to do another country for the Hidden Gem Of The Week™️, but all my favorite options were from France. Marseille to be specific. I guess it’s just a good day for French drum and bass.
Marseille-based newcomer EiZO’s latest double single Bipolar / Hysteria shows yet again that good drum and bass can be found anywhere. Released on Music Squad, also known as the label that was awarded “worst name for a label so far” on Noisia Radio, both tracks are another great addition to the techy, innovative, IMANU-esque (I guess) sound that has become popular over the last few years. Bipolar’s different creepy sounds flying in and out of the drop keep you interested the whole way through, while Hysteria’s addictive main synth rhythm just wants to make you move. Or at least move your head up and down a bit. If you like your dnb techy, you will probably enjoy this one!
Hidden Gems:
  • BRK, Bacon - Obsession / Broken Flute
  • MAE917 - Signs
  • Dedman - Chimes EP
  • AIRGLO, Stash The Groove Bug, CXC - Something
  • Unchained: The Remixes Various Artists LP  

New Releases

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2020.09.14 03:34 cassie_to_heart 21F - Let me prove I'm a unconventional geeky gal worth talking to (any US military guys?) [Friendship]

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; one of which is fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice takes the cake for me.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of taking care of each other in good company (akin to infantry guys in their unit) and are here for long-term. And no, this has no sexual connotations of it.
Preferably, I'd like to establish a friendship. Whilst I am somewhat open at the prospect of it becoming something more, the trust for me to be very comfortable around a guy is earned. It may be quick, or it may be slow depending.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs)
Who knows? I'd be inclined to pair up with you to a military ball if I feel that comfortable with you (terrible joke har har.... or is it?)
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2020.09.14 03:28 cassie_to_heart 21F - Let me prove I'm a unconventional geeky gal worth talking to (any US military guys?)

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; one of which is fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice takes the cake for me.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of taking care of each other in good company (akin to infantry guys in their unit) and are here for long-term. And no, this has no sexual connotations of it.
Preferably, I'd like to establish a friendship. Whilst I am somewhat open at the prospect of it becoming something more, the trust for me to be very comfortable around a guy is earned. It may be quick, or it may be slow depending.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs)
Who knows? I'd be inclined to pair up with you to a military ball if I feel that comfortable with you (terrible joke har har.... or is it?)
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2020.09.13 16:01 cassie_to_heart 21F - Let me prove I'm a unconventional geeky gal worth talking to (any US military guys?)

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; one of which is fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice takes the cake for me.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of taking care of each other in good company (akin to infantry guys in their unit) and are here for long-term. And no, this has no sexual connotations of it.
Preferably, I'd like to establish a friendship. Whilst I am somewhat open at the prospect of it becoming something more, the trust for me to be very comfortable around a guy is earned. It may be quick, or it may be slow depending.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs)
Who knows? I'd be inclined to pair up with you to a military ball if I feel that comfortable with you (terrible joke har har.... or is it?)
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2020.09.13 15:52 cassie_to_heart 21 [F4M] Australia - Let me prove I'm a unconventional geeky gal worth talking to (any US military guys?)

In my search for prospective male friendships, I've decided to spruce things up a bit (as well as marginally improve the quality of this sub) in terms of finding guys I could be receptive to in terms of my nerdiness. Maybe a fellow nerd? Or someone more different whom I wouldn't expect to get along with?
About me:
21, Mtf (untransitioned atm but looking towards transitioning in the future), from Australia. The unpleasant part is that I dropped out of my semester units doing a Nursing degree; one of which is fast-tracked after I did my prior degree in a B.S. Science; double majoring in Biology and Human Biomolecular Sciences (Anatomy & Physio). So I'm pretty much in the phase of assessing my life, in particular, reflecting with myself in what career options I'd like to explore in terms of it matching it with my interests/hobbies.
I was studying to become a military flight nurse or if that path didn't work out, alternative is to go towards the path of being a DoD civilian nurse (of some kind) at an Army hospital or Naval medical center. Unfortunately, my interests/hobbies make it hard for me to connect with anyone. Some of them include: listening to police scanners, watching military MRE reviews and aviation/commercial flight trip reports.
In all honesty, I feel as a civilian, that I am unable to connect much with the civilian world, with a few exceptions.
I also gotten back into reading, being quite a bookworm before.. Right now, I'm reading "Towards a New Maritime Strategy: American Naval Thinking in the Post Cold-War Era". On the watch-list right now is "On Call in Hell - A Doctor's Iraq War Story" by CDR Jadick once I finish (based on Fallujah). However, I've too read other books including: Shortest Way Home , Winter of the World/Edge of Eternity book series, The Strain, Wayward Pines book series, World War Z.
With music, I got some songs/soundtracks to offer you! My favourite ones are from Bear McCreary - Two Funerals/Pegasus/Prelude to WaKat's Sacrifice/Admiral and Commander and Something Dark is Coming. But Kat's Sacrifice takes the cake for me.
I've been getting compliments that I'm a kind, intelligent and gentle woman, even on a basis of friendship alone.
What is something that makes you think you can impress guys in terms of geekiness?
What I desire:
I crave and desire connections with guys who believe in the mantra of taking care of each other in good company (akin to infantry guys in their unit) and are here for long-term. And no, this has no sexual connotations of it.
Preferably, I'd like to establish a friendship. Whilst I am somewhat open at the prospect of it becoming something more, the trust for me to be very comfortable around a guy is earned. It may be quick, or it may be slow depending.
My flaw is that I tend to do things and sort my problems alone (not by choice), because I usually have no one to turn to, at least save for several online male friends I talk to semi-regularly, though they live on the other side of the world. One important tidbit, they're all former or current military. Furthermore, I have one intimate correspondence with a guy (civilian) that I am extremely close who has by far, earned my biggest trust in him. Given that, I may come across as rather cautious when it comes across to other guys.
For one, I'd like to be specific in my search and from personal experiences, the more specific you are, it shows one's willingness to be determined in what you're looking for.
I've learned through time, that the past friendships I've had in the civilian world could not compare in terms of willingness and desire to actively nurture connections, often forgotten. Simply put, you're on your own out here (familiar sentiment?).
Moreover, there is enough unspoken dysfunction to know we aren't always obligated to 'fake it till you make it' when we have those moments in life and we can be real with each other in terms of vulnerabilities.
Anyways, if you think you fit the bill, looking forward to hearing from you (and kudos if you've managed to reach this far)
For verification purposes, any interested guys include their MOS (dare I say it's a huge bonus if you're a combat arms one...cue the friendly competition/rivalry with POGs)
Who knows? I'd be inclined to pair up with you to a military ball (terrible joke har har.... or is it?)
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2020.09.13 07:17 Akasha_Fofo From 5$ iLuv IEMs to 4000$ STAX SR-009s headphones.

I want to share my otherwordly experience I had when working at a hotel with my parents. Please, be forgiving since my English are average for a foreigner. They are inaccurate but colorful in vocabulary :P
My name is Fotios and I am 18 years old. I am from a village named troopee in central Greece. Ten residents excluding the children and me. Life in village is flat, lite and airy. Meaning that it gets pretty bland, worry free and beautiful. Thank god for my friends which is every "child" there. I live with my grandparents because my parents work feverishly in a grand hotel in Athens named Hilton. Their earnings go to our basic needs such as clothing and health for us and my grandparents as well as my big sister's university. Based on our poor background, I have subcontiously learnt to be frugal and never ask things expensive things like smartphone. My entertainment is my friends, my netbook from 2010 and my iLuvs conected into an mp3. One day, my parents called and told me to work with them just to see how the world is and to start getting up on my feet. I have to start from somewhere and this is a great oportunity. My parents convinced their employer to hire me probationary. I accepted but was anxious in the idea of living in the city. Congested, We arrived in Athens. The time here feels like passes really fast. My parents said that I am going to live with them at their job. This hotel is one of the best in the country. Luxurious, massive and out of my league. Moreover, my parents couldn't afford appartment so the hotels grants us the ability to sleep and eat there for free as the staff has room and restaurant exclusively and away from visitors. When we reached the Hilton I felt psychologically small. I was so overwhelmed at all luxury that I wanted to leaveout of discomfort. My parents confronted me with smile and tried to boost my confidence saying things that I should not be ashamed of who I am nor where I live. They told me that virtues don't go with money.
Also, I must become active. Being afraid of interaction with people will make me weak and regretting my life. I wish I could express myself better.
Furthermore, working is healthy and I can keep the money I make, they just want me to work for the experience of working.
I was constantly with my parents, going here and there, doing our duties like show people their rooms etc. Hilton is a massive hotel so we have to chaperon customers here and there, like babysitting (adultsitting?). Time flew fast. Having two months there, I was performing my duties all alone. I grew so proud of myself. The start was overwhelming but eventually I felt good about me. Lucky me, my life was about to experience something beautiful.
A married couple arrived. My father in reception did a gesture to me to go and help these people go to their suite. They were around thirties, I assume. They were so kind, I am smilling when recalling them. I gave them a tour and as the tour went on, they were eager to try things while confering with me. They showed genuine interest to what I had to say. The woman asked me about my love life but I hadn't any. I used to be sweet on a girl from the village but that was it. She gave me some tips like being myself in order to attract the right people and love myself. By loving myself I can love others. Always treat others with care but never expect the same treatment. That way, I will feel harmony and full while I would emit virtues.
The man asked me about my hobbies but all I had to say were negative things. I told them that I like listening to music but everyone does. He asked me what genres am I listening and what gear am I using but yet again, the answer was depressing. I was thinking that maybe the think that I do not want to share my life so I told them that I appreciate their amazing behaviour, I am just a boy from a village. Then I proceed talking about me in order to make them feel I am grateful for their mannerism. I told them that with my money I would love to purchase my first ever quality product. The man asked what would taht be and my answer surprised them both! I said; I wish to own the legendary Sennheiser 600 with decent preamplifier, two mono amplifiers and a dac. By the time I finished, we arrived at the door of their suit. Perfect timing. They stood and looked at eachother for couple of seconds before smilling, giving me a smile and shaking me arm. The woman withdrew her hand and placed tip in my uniform's pocket. "I hope we have the pleasure of talking tommorow" said the woman as she was closing the door. I checked my pourboire only to be welcomed by a sigh full of bliss. 100$ is a lot for me!
The next day found me standing by the interior waterfalls. I love standing idle there. The ambient noise of the running water resembles my home. I was about to leave as I get a call from my mother. She was told that I was requested to deliver breakfast to the aformentioned couple. She was told they asked for me personally. I was thrilled yet a little sad. I didn't want to ruin their impression about me somehow. Their greeting was warm. I was feeling so safe with them. Odd. They gave me tip, I thanked them much and I left. Their tip was consistent so far. One hundred euros. I thought this job would make me feel rich. Little did I know that I was about to lose it all.
The university called my parents to inform them that their daughter got hit by a truck. They didn't tell me at first. All they told me is that I have to remain here as they both must leave. They didn't tell me the reason, leaving me making assumptions. I telephoned my grandparents but they were safe. I was confused and alone. Thankfully, my workshift was done, so, I could work my angst without having to suppress my feelings in front of everybody. Time was passing so slow. I couldn't take it. Not even music could relieve my stress. I started crying. I had to call them or else I would drive myself mad. My parents decided to get me there too. I grabbed a taxi, told the address and I was greeted by my dad. My dad told me the truth. My knees started bending and moving. I felt myself become lighter. I though I would pass out. My father said that she is alive but they are keeping her for further examination. She would require to takeabreak from studies in order to have her bones heal and plastic sergury. I do not wish to tell you details. At least, the employer was kind enough to understand and hire substitutes as soon as possible. The sight of my sister was terrifying. All I did was sitting beside her and kissing her palm.The doctor said that she must remain in the bed for at least four months. I was shocked! Furthermore, the operation of plastic surgery would cost a fortune. I offered my money and tips too. my parents informed the hotel manager. I was praying that they wont lose their job. The manager knows them for many years, so, she helped them pay up in exhange of me resuming my work. To my luck, I knew what to do without them. I gave my mp3 to my sister, my parents called me a taxi, said that they were proud of me and I left.
My time at the hospital was three days. The supervisor greeted me with respect and told me to knock her door at night if I feel scared. I am so happy working there. No conflicts, cooperativeness. No wonder this hotel thrives.
Days flew by preety fast. My schedule was work. I couldn't visit my sister bacause I shouldn't be spending money on taxis. I was doing my strolling, ready for anything needing me and I happen to stumble upon my favorite customers. They cared to ask me how was I. Don't misinterpret that. They didn't know about my sister. I stood by ther line of sight in order they need anything. When they finished talking, they gave me tip of one hundred for no reason. The woman told me "The faster the sennheisers come, the better". Listening this, I got reminded of this hobby and while I could not afford nor save up for them, this name made me forget our problem. They told me that their staying was going to end soon. They told me that they like living in fancy hotels all over the country. they asked me to help them pack when the time comes or else they wont depart at all. I smiled and said "So I wont help you". The woman gave me a hug. I wish they feel that I am not liking them for the money.
That night, reception told me to go to their suite. They were sitting in the table, drinking sampagne. "Come, take a sit" the woman said. I was feeling so uncomfortable, yet comfortable. it was weird but beautiful. "We are leaving in the morning" said the man. After chit chatting they asked me to visit them after my workshift is done. I agreed, had a bath and went there. "What headphones do you own" asked me. When they heard my iLuvs, their eyes started. I could tell they were audiophiles. It is nice having a relashionship with one that shares the same hobby with you. They gave me a folder.
What is this? -This should complete your settup. said the man
-I wish it was. the money I make go straight to my sister. She has a terrible accident. i appreciate for your help. I will always cherish you.
The woman got sad and the man seemed to empathize.
-I was in the same situation with my father. The man said. At least my love was there for me to relieve my stress. The woman hold his hand.
They were so nice that they let me eat with them. They paid everything. They both gave a hug and had the idea of going for a walk outside in the garden.
-What do you listen to?
-I like trailer music where instruments and edm both talke place, female vocals for awe, male vocals for kick, soundtracks from movies, Pop, rock.
-So you need multiple headphones, the woman said. The man laughed. HD 600 wont suffice.
-What should I pick, not that it matters.
They got silent.
-This hobby is pricy. Some suffice with inexpensive gear. Other want multiple headphones to cover every genre. One day you listen to this, the other to that. Coming from different headphones, one can sound bad but giving time adjust to its sound, you might liek it more in the long run. One simply cannot tell as it is all subjective.
I got overwhelmed. I didn't want to conseal it.
-I'll tell you what. Problems come and go. Hold to your goal and someday you might be having mutliple headphones too. Right now, take the sennheisers as they will be a reference point for you to know what to pick up next.
-Sounds good. Thank you for being like friends to me.
They smiled. They wished me courage, never give up and they continued alone their walk.
The day dawned. Many people wished to book. Bussy day. I was worrying that I wont have the chance of saying goodbye to the couple.Hours passed without reception sending me there. I had to accept that they had already left so I tried to think positively about their words, good intention and company. I couldn't get sentimental and I teared while carrying cases. All seemed bland but a call from the reception made my heart race! Some customers left a case for me with a letter. The manager was told to infor me to open it after my shift. The hourse passed so slow, it was an ordeal. When the time came I rushed to my room, locked the door, called my parents, talked to my sister and then read the letter.
"Fotios. We decided to help you take first steps into audiophilia. We have gift you our headphone we loved so much as to carry it from one hotel to another. We have everything you need. it isn't the Sennheisers you want but we hope this will suffice for now. We trully appreciate your mannerism, honesty and company. Don't forget us P.S. Keep it dust free and ventilated because it gets rather hot. We are sorry it's not portable and it needs sometime getting used to it but we wnat ed to have something personal instead of giving you the money or buying you one."
My heart was skipping bits! I could not believe it. It was high time I opened the case!
Awe
Speechless
STAX
STAX SR-009s with STAX SRM-T8000
I did the necessary connections and placed it on my head. First time wearing headphones. My movements were stiff. This was the big moment. I downloaded FLAC "The world is not enough" from James Bond. I was hesitant without fear. i don't know why. I inhaled and clicked.
...
...
...
...
The world is not enough, indeed.
Mind Blown
I could not believe what I was hearing.
it is not possible to create sound like this. It felt fast but not dry. Warm but not distorted. The bass hits like truck hit my sister, yet without being overwhelming. Fast, punchy. The music had soul. I felt the bass. I could not believe it. Her voice was soundind liquid. How can a voice sound wet? Honey to my ears. The instuments were with me. I was scared that moving my arms I would bump the instruments! If one can hear magic, that was it. I was afraid to move, afraid to remove the headphones and teared from the awe. I felt like I was the protagonist in a story. I’d given up on my body. I thought my mind’s the only thing I have left and my mind was elevated and my spirit deepend. That night I felt rich without thinking the price of the equipment. I wish I could portray better my experience.
Thank you for reading this far. I hope this couple happens to read this. you made me feel exceptional before even gifting me your treasure.
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2020.09.12 18:53 thehorrorwriter2 TIME TRAVEL FICTION: Diary Of A Serial Killer Exterminator

October 22, 1929
There wasn’t much downtime when you worked for The Retroactive Project. The jobs were watched by my bosses. The assignments one after the other... And thanks to mankind, there was never a shortage of targets.
The 2040 committee better be glad I was both qualified and dumb enough to enlist. Certainly there weren’t many others wanting to in this post-COVID-19 harmony. None as reliable as me at least...
After a few days of recovery, I got dropped further back in the terrifying past. Into a bygone era even more primitive and savage than modern times...
1929 was one of America’s scariest years. There was the obvious chaos and panic of The Great Depression and Stock Market Crash here in the States. But these historical footnotes offered us a more hidden horror: serial killers. Psychos before the term got popular.
They’ve always been around. Men, women, young, old, it didn’t matter. They’ve always lurked in the shadows... it’s just only recently we’ve given them a spotlight. Not to mention a camera and microphone. An audience.
But mass murders didn’t quite have that notoriety in 1929 Arkansas. Hell, they weren’t even called serial killers back then... But that still didn’t stop the Retroactive from sending me out here to stop one.
I did what I was told. Dressed for the era in a white undershirt and loose brown slacks. My hair slicked back with copious amounts of mousse. The cell phone hidden in my back pocket, the Luger pistol tucked into my waistband.
I stepped foot into a cold October morning. Graysonia, Arkansas my location. Unprepared for the chilling wind, I journeyed through the wilderness. This roaring forest of tall trees and wildflowers. The Ozarks this wasn’t... The ground nothing but smooth grass. Graysonia a smaller rural town and by now, I was far off the beaten path. The cabins and mobile homes grew few and far between. If not for the bitter cold and eerie isolation, I’d have found the scene pretty. Peaceful if not for the trying task I had... The duty filling my subconscious with dread.
Beneath a gray morning, I marched onward. Past clusters of purple beautyberries and against the crows’ haunting chorus. Graysonia like a national park that transcended time. A cute little area that was also only twenty years away from becoming a forgotten ghost town.
From what I saw, the Crash affected nothing out here. Houses were always poor, civilization and commerce sparse as is. Not a car was in sight. No electricity at all. A stray pond the only pool in these parts... Sure I didn’t expect The Roaring Twenties (obvious enough by my working class wardrobe) but now I feared I’d overdressed for what was a snapshot of late-nineteenth-century poverty. The people around here too impoverished to even afford sharecroppers. Not that there were many profitable crops out here to begin with... This setting a long way away from the gaudy luxury of Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald and their fellow Statford-on-Odeon crew.
The farther I traveled, the colder it got! These Arkansas woods were endless. For awhile thee, I felt maybe they’d given me the wrong instructions. That the Retroactive had made an unusual mistake in leading me down this journey into an Arctic Hell. The undershirt definitely a miscalculation on their part... Our meteorologist still terrible even with 2040 technology.
Then I heard a familiar sound! One that’d draw a smile from most but only a crippling unease in me! The sound of a young boy making construction noises. Sledgehammers, screwdrivers, sawing. And of course, the innocent imitation of a roaring car.
I reached a small clearing. A front-row seat to an All-American boy crouched down all alone. An eleven-year-old with short dark hair. Wearing a clean red tee shirt. His jeans neat and unwrinkled. First day of school clothes.
Excited, the kid kept alternating between those many city noises. Not playing with toys but an assortment of leaves, sticks, straw, and other natural resources. A Great Depression playset.
“Then we’ll put you right here!” said his soft tone. The young man positioned a stick on top of two rocks. A precise touch. “Like that!” He pulled his hand back slowly, admiring that Arkansas bridge he built from literal scratch. “There you go, Mr. Mayor,” he said in a humorous attempt at a deep masucline tone. “There’s your new bridge to Graysonia!” He reached for a few more rocks. “We’ll get to work on those skyscrapers!” continued his cute voice.
I stood still, intrigued. Watching Mack Ray Edwards continue his architectural mastery. The kid decades away from beginning his demented killing spree... his child killing spree. Several of those future victims younger than he was right now. Several of their bodies left under the freeways he’d later help build.
Regardless of the horror, I felt the empathy I forced myself to suppress… struggled to suppress. How could someone like Edwards progress from here to psychopath?
The boy now stacked rocks and sticks together, forming makeshift floors. The biggest building in the history of Graysonia. His noises the only soundtrack he needed for his imaginary success. The intelligence, a maturity for his age well on display. And judging by the clothes, the kid had folks who cared. Or at least had money.
Folding my arms, I did the mental prep. Fought the cold and guilt. I took one deep breath... then approached the young Mack.
“Hey there,” I said, my voice deep but friendly.
Mack looked up at me. Not scared or startled. He had a rock in one hand, a twig in the other. His calm expression like a shopkeeper’s when greeted by a customer.
Grinning, I pointed toward his model city. “Hey, that’s pretty nice.”
“Thanks, mister,” Mack said in a low, unrattled voice. Back to work, he stacked the ‘tools’ on to that developing second floor.
I knelt down beside him. The smile still there. My hand nowhere near the Luger… unable to hide my heart. “Do you come here often?”
Not missing a beat, Mack grabbed another rock. “Uh-huh.”
Leaning in closer, I pointed toward that ‘skyscraper. “You need any help with that?”
Mack looked over at me, surprised by my offer… the joy obvious in his narrow eyes.
No wonder he reacted so calmly. There was no reason to be scared when I was what his loneliness wanted: someone to play with.
A big grin dominated Mack’s face. “Yeah!” He waved a bony hand toward a stack of small twigs. “Grab those and we’ll make it bigger!”
I chuckled. “Alright.” I looked over at our tools for the trade. No longer shivering. “Let’s do it.”
*
Fifteen minutes later we’d finished that second floor. The detail, the design, all of it well executed by Mack.
Throughout our hard work, we shot the breeze, reaffirming what I was already told about this serial killer as a young man. Decent family, intelligent, an uncanny ability to ‘fit in’. But still, I enjoyed each and every second. The kid’s answers were quick but sincere. He even told me he appreciated the help.
The weather never got better. There was still a harsh chill around us. Still silence save for the crows’ creepy calls. But now I was comfortable. Moments like these, this bonding, were a welcome sight from the Retroactive lifestyle. That constant clinical cynicism. There in Graysonia, I didn’t have to be bombarded with morbid info or commanded to kill children.. I could just help build an imaginary town. Actually talk to someone on a human level… even if it was one of my targets.
In the back of my mind, the unease loomed. I knew I couldn’t stay in 1929 forever. All the work I spent building this friendship would be brief before ending in bloodshed. There was no turning back on these serial killers... Not if I didn’t want to jeopardize my own life. That is our world in 2040.
Yet I was still tempted. Swayed by my biggest weakness: sympathy. Mack was interesting. He was different and innovative. Articulate for his age. And honestly, I enjoyed getting to know him. I was glad to finally have a chance encounter not built off instant murder and confrontation but off something friendly... After all, could an eleven-year-old really be this manipulative? This sociopathic?
This truth bothered me. Because I didn’t wanna believe it. I couldn’t…
Especially once Mack grabbed my hand! His grip electric and elated.
“Can you walk me home?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Of course.”
Mack waved toward the ‘city’. “We did a good job, didn’t we!”
With a father’s pride, I smiled at the sight. Our own miniature Utopia. “Damn sure did.”
“We can work on it later!” The boy then stood up, making me take his lead. “I just gotta see mom and daddy. It’s lunchtime!”
“I understand.”
Mack pulled me away from the clearing. Back into that fucking forest.
The harsh wind returned. As did My October chills... And with it came the pressing task. The painful task. I looked all around the towering Oaks and outright isolation... what we were on was barely a path. Certainly one only occupied by Mack and his family. But it was ripe for the Retroactive. To my horror, I realized it was perfect for the kill. The time was now...
“Mama’s cooking fried chicken today!” Mack beamed.
I let him drag me further within those woods. The area got darker. And so did my dread.
“It’s my favorite!” Mack’s innocence continued.
Overhead trees blocked out more of whatever weak light the overcast sky had to offer. The crows’ chorus became louder.
Mack stole a smile at me. “You know Halloween’s coming up, dontcha?”
“Yeah,” I stuttered.
“I’m gonna be an Army fighter! Daddy’s helping me with the costume!”
Battling the emotions, my other hand slipped on over to the Luger. Little did my new friend know he’d never get a bite of his mama’s beloved chicken. Or that he was leading me straight to his grave…
“That sounds good, Mack,” I said.
The boy came to a sudden stop. There in this daytime heart of darkness, he turned and looked at me, his face full of fear, his grip turning cold.
I just stared on at the fright. Not that I could blame him. I recognized his horrifying epiphany... And behind the glasses and forced detachment, I was sure he could recognize mine…
“How did you know my name?” Mack asked, his voice at its lowest and most vulnerable.
Not saying a word, I stole another look all around us, making sure we were alone. But also because I could no longer face the kid. Face our fatal friendship.
Dropping my hand, Mack staggered back. “I didn’t tell you my name…”
He’s a serial killer, I tried reminding myself. I tried to remember the evil. The future evil. Finally, I confronted Mack Ray Edwards. “I know who you are, Mack,” I said, keeping my voice steady and soulless. The executioner’s poise I’d had preached into me. Seeing Mack shiver before me, I retrieved the pistol. “And I know what you become.”
Reserves of horror hit the boy. Only he didn’t cry... In fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off me. He couldn’t move. Mack was a scared statue.
In the cold, I pointed the pistol right at him! Usually this was quick. Painless. The whole brutal process was really. I didn’t say much, I just exterminated evil… But for the first time, I was supposed to kill a target I’d spent time talking to. That I bonded with. Always a big no-no to the Retroactive… but I couldn’t help it. The loneliness got to me. I knew Mack could relate.
“Please, mister!” Mack whimpered. He took another step back, not even flinching when his shoe snapped a twig.
The wind made the gun shake in my hand. Or at least, I blamed the wind… The inner torment just intensified. I let the guilt consume my soul. Felt tears well up… Now here I was being the scared child. “I have to,” I stated, barely burying the raw empathy. “It’s for your own good, Mack.” I got ready to pull the trigger. Ready to fire a shot into this psycho’s Halloween costume: that of a cute, charming young boy.
But I couldn’t. Not this up close and personal. Not when staring down that innocent face. The ‘killer’ shivering and bracing for that fatal bullet. So vulnerable and far from the monster he’d become…
Breathing out cold air, I slightly lowered the Luger. My soul and brain at war. “I’m sorry-”
Mack sensed his chance. Acting off shrewd instincts, he turned and hauled ass through the woods!
“Shit!” I cried. Even in this internal struggle, I knew my responsibility. What I had to do. Not to mention what the Retroactive would do to me if I fucked this up. If Mack Ray Edwards got away or if I accidentally killed an ‘innocent’, I’d face consequences! And worst of all, confront my own tortured subconscious. Particularly if I let the boy survive and grow up to become the serial killer he was destined to be! Then I’d be the one at fault for those six or more victims.
The kid was quick. But I’d had training. The military service paid off for times like these when shit hit the fan.
I gained ground there in the forest. Stomping on scattered sticks, pushing aside dangling branches. I was no longer cold thanks to the adrenaline and sweat… still clinging to that gun.
Mack led me down this spiraling, secluded path. His red shirt a moving target I struggled to aim at.
Gasping for breath, I didn’t slow down. Not even when sweat whipped across my glasses like Arkansas raindrops.
This green wasteland was endless. And Mack knew it way better than me. His elusiveness already on display, a trait that’d help him evade police for decades. Yet I got closer and closer. My sympathy held at bay by the panic. The urgency to stop a killer.
“Mack!” I cried.
He just flashed me a cold glare. A hatred rather than horror in the eleven-year-old’s expression.
Suddenly, I stumbled into a tower of rocks and tree limbs, knocking them all over! One of Mack’s ‘buildings’ now reduced to rubble. I stole a glance at the debris, the pieces resembling a ritualistic design. But hearing Mack’s frenetic footsteps, I knew I couldn’t play surveyor for long.
I forced myself to run a few yards more. The distance between Mack and I closing slowly but surely. Kids were always the toughest to chase down, after all. And in my expert opinion, they seemed to have a Hell of a lot more energy when they were cold-blooded murderers...
Fighting the fatigue, I raised the pistol. My legs, my entire body running on empty! But so was the boy’s. Keep going, Kevin! He’s a killer!
Excitement exhilarated me! I saw the finish line: a clearing Mack was about to enter. Less trees, less wilderness. Faint light finally.
Mack ran into the spot! Myself not far behind.
Here’s his grave, I thought. A desperate attempt to play tough. Or at least fool myself into feeling no remorse for gunning down a child.
Just as I rushed into the clearing, the surroundings came into view. This literal change of scenery. I stopped and scanned the scene. The trimmed grass was only a part of this perfect front lawn. The isolated wooden cabin stood about twenty feet away. Mack Ray Edwards’ childhood home.
I felt warmer in this Great Depression attempt at the American Dream. The cabin featured rocking chairs and a glorious chimney. A pretty pastoral portrait this house was. And throughout the front yard, I saw Mack’s fingerprints on more of those homemade buildings and bridges. The architecture embellished with hand-carved pieces of wood and torn cloth.
Mack ran straight for the front door! Straight to the parents who did their damndest to raise him well.
Do or die, Kevin. I glanced back at the forest. Toward the constant crows. Now I had to finish off the killer… the boy.
“Mom!” I heard Mack scream.
Restraining the guilt I felt and would forever feel, I faced the boy and took aim. I was one of the best shots in my squad. When I had the time, I couldn’t miss… and today was no different.
The first shot hit Mack’s leg! Enough to get what I reminded myself was a future serial killer down.
“No! Mama!” Mack screamed. His small hands cradled the vicious wound. The buckets of blood streaming around the bullet.
Mack’s shrill, vulnerable cries shook me to the core! His weeping would go on to haunt me… But I couldn’t let them right now. Not for this execution.
The brutal chills came back. That ominous October weather. The overwhelming sadness inside me.
Like a hurt child on the playground, Mack leaned up on the ground. The tears and screaming constant. A pathetic recreation of a soldier on the battlefield. One so helpless and alone… I realized Mack didn’t need that Army costume right now.
He’s a murderer, Kevin, I reminded myself. This isn’t who he really is. What he becomes. I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger!
The kill shot was fast! Mack’s death happened before I could even react. Before I could feel my conscience morph into melancholia...
There Mack lied on the lawn in a burgeoning pool of blood. The young man’s forehead excavated by a single slug from this Luger. The scattered make-believe skyscrapers his funeral candles.
At least, he was at peace. That’s all I could tell myself. A mercy kill on all fronts… A necessary sacrifice.
I lowered the Luger. No longer able to keep the tears suppressed, I let that weep flag fly. My body shivered beneath the Brando undershirt. The mousse dying beneath layers of sweat. The tears falling behind my glasses.
“Hey!” bellowed a voice of Southern rage.
Startled, I looked off toward the cabin. That cozy country home.
I locked eyes with Hellfire and brimstone. Mack’s tall and lanky dad. But what was also one concerned father… An unusual sight for my line of work.
Disturbed, the dad marched past the rocking chairs. His eyes full of tears, his face full of rage. “You son-of-a-bitch!” he hurled at me. “You killed my son!”
The fear froze me. Not to mention the rising guilt.
“What the Hell’d you do to him!” Mack’s father shouted, shredding his emotions in a painful purge. He staggered off the porch in those jeans and heavy jacket. The weeping unable to stave off the anger. Unable to keep him from getting a clearer view of me.
But still I didn’t move. The murder weapon stayed in my hand. The sorrow stayed in my soul. I was unable to even contemplate escape until I saw Mack’s mom emerge from behind that front door. A pretty young woman not even in her thirties... and already the distraught mother of a murdered child.
She broke down in tears, immediately collapsing next to a rocking chair! Her sobs uncontained.
I knew then I couldn’t wait around. Not from fear of the father’s fiery but out of the overwhelming sadness of it all. The sympathy I had for these parents. Not that I could relate… Just grieve.
As Mack’s dad charged toward me, I turned and disappeared inside the forest. Right back where I came from. Where I first encountered Mack Ray Edwards.
Why would I talk to his devastated parents? What could I explain? How could I tell them what their son would become regardless of how great they were? Of how much they loved him. No matter what, Mack would become a disturbed serial killer. One who’d murder kids. I couldn’t explain what even science couldn’t understand. What the rational, empathetic human mind couldn’t comprehend! The type of unnerving horror not even the Retroactive had figured out over a century later.
To my relief, I managed to escape Graysonia and that ordeal. I never had to confront Mack’s parents. Just pity the pain they felt. That understandable pain any parent would feel in the same situation.
That fateful morning in Arkansas stuck with me. Not just because of the bond I had with Mack Edwards before exterminating him but because of the first close call I’d had with any parents. And for the first time I had witnesses to my ‘murder’.
Curiosity compelling me, I read the newspaper articles from the Arkansas press in that era. My ‘murder’ even reached the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette! The articles were all the same… even as the years went by. As the decades passed… Mack Ray Edwards being gunned down remained one of the creepiest cold cases in the state’s history. And the police never had a suspect. Instead, they just had that description the boy’s mother and father gave them: that of a middle-aged handsome man with curly blonde hair and big glasses. A man they’d never seen before. With a motive and origins unknown. A perfect stranger.
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2020.09.12 18:35 IndieheadsAOTY Album of the Year 2014 #12: Timber Timbre - Hot Dreams

Album of the Year 2014 #12: Timber Timbre - Hot Dreams
Hello everyone and welcome back yet again to Album of the Year 2014, the daily write-up series where the users of indieheads talk their favorite albums of 2014! Slight change of plans today as we're moving today's album up a few slots from its originally scheduled date as u/kioecsport talks Timber Timbre's brazen 2014 album, Hot Dreams.
March 31st, 2014 - Arts & Crafts
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Background
Timber Timbre are a Canadian band that features singesongwritemulti-instrumentalist Taylor Kirk, keyboardist Mathieu Charbonneau, guitarist Simon Trottier, and drummer Olivier Fairfield. Taking inspiration for the project's name from a cabin in Ontario where Kirk recorded some of his first songs, Timber Timbre self-released two albums—2006's Cedar Shakes and the following year's Medicinals— before signing to the Canadian Arts & Crafts label. The label released Timber Timbre's self-titled album, which made the Polaris Prize long list, in 2009. After touring in 2010 with artists such as Jónsi and the Low Anthem, Timber Timbre returned with their fourth album, Creep on Creepin' On, in early 2011; it was shortlisted for that year's Polaris Prize. In 2013, they returned to the studio to create 2014's Hot Dreams, which included vintage soul and country influences. The trio went out to Paris for 2017's Sincerely, Future Pollution, which combined '80s sounds with an appraisal of the state of the world in the late 2010s.
Review
Pretty much everywhere, it’s gonna be hot.
Timber Timbre are a weird weird weird weird weird weird weird band. At first I thought that was overselling them too. But take the time to listen to them, fully immerse yourself in their sound, drown your mind out with their befuddingly hypnotic style, and the strangeness hidden within soon reveals itself. As my country of residence has just come off a recent scorching heatwave, Hot Dreams feels like the soundtrack to a world on fire, the apocalyptic rising temperatures, the dryness, the sweat, the thirst, the blazing sun burning your skin. A lot of summer music manages to get some of that, certainly there’s plenty of breezy jangle pop out there that manages to convey the pleasant side of summer. A nice chill day at the beach, sipping on a cool drink, munching down on some watermelon. A cool refreshing swim certainly seems to be in play. Timber Timbre meanwhile, can manage to sound pleasant enough, for a time, but soon they’ll attempt to reveal the darkness lurking within the lack of shadows. Their sound is definitely summer-y, but with all of the shine and pretense removed. It poses that perhaps, summer is completely miserable. Other bands get the few parts that stick out, the moments you remember, the comfortable times. If Real Estate is a relaxing beach trip, Timber Timbre is the little bit of sand that gets stuck in your shoe that still lingers there somehow two weeks later. It’s reminiscent of that pleasant day, somewhere in a vague memory, but right now it’s more of a hindrance, a small plague that keeps existing, constantly demanding your attention, and seemingly never quite going away.
If you can let it open up to you once you get past the veneer of decency and exchanged pleasantries that hang out on the surface of Hot Dreams, what is revealed is a menacing, sinister collection of ramblings. Let's just look at some slight gems from the first 15 minutes:
I will follow through on all my promises and threats to you.

Curtains can conceal what it is they were to hide.

I WANT TO TAKE ALL OF YOUR AIR.
Now you could interpret this more metaphorically, a picture of a suffocating love. But listening to the whole album, I’m not entirely convinced this man doesn’t want to murder me. There is so much despair caught within, like someone screaming from the void, pleading for anyone to hear their cause before it’s too late, but filtered through a breezy angle that almost makes you able to ignore those pleas and pretend that everything is fine. Everything…..seems fine. I’m sure it’s ok. Nothing to worry about. But the uneasiness never quite leaves you. It sticks with you, lingers around, as if a bloody surprise can be around every corner. For a second, it lulls you into a false sense of security. A lot of talk about desire, longing, cheating, oh wait this doesn’t seem quite right. And then, suddenly, it throws this at you:
Run from me, darlin'
Run, my good wife
Run from me, darlin'
You better run for your life
And suddenly, it starts to click. Even this brutally unsubtle moment of murderous intent can pass right by you if you’re not paying attention, if you entered into Timber Timbre’s realm expecting your typical shade of indie summer jams. Just let it wash over you and it might appear as though nothing’s wrong, But to those listening with interest, intrigued by the strange hazy sludge of the otherworldly lyrics and vocal delivery, the story of Hot Dreams starts to take form. It starts with lust, unhealthy amounts of it, it forms a relationship built upon abstractly large amounts of longing, but the feeling goes away. Doesn’t it always? After that, the void remains. Mistakes are made, lines are crossed as everything surges towards its inevitable conclusion. Death awaits.
Okay that got pretty grim there for a second. But that’s the mindset this album puts you in. I’ve spent a fair amount of time with Hot Dreams now, and after the curiosity and the surprise have ceased to take hold, what you start getting out of it apparently becomes increasingly morbid. A few more listens and I’m gonna feel there wasn’t even desire involved to begin with. Just a lonely dude creeping on girls at the beach and the rest is just a fantasy as we hurdle towards death again. And there will probably be plenty of people who listened to this album who are now furiously wondering what the fuck I’m on about. Because if there’s one constant to Hot Dreams, and Timber Timbre’s music in general. It’s that no one can really seem to agree on exactly what it sounds like.
Many superlatives and adjectives have been thrown at Timbre Timbre in an attempt to describe their sound. I have happily taken part in that adjective-throwing here. Their off-puttingly calm, eerily almost-but-not-quite pleasant way of making music really invites the listener to attempt to nail them down somehow. Just be able to categorize them somewhere. But the more I’ve written about it, the more Hot Dreams doesn’t neatly fit into any particular box. It almost seems to exist in a universe all its own, one outside ordinary genre conventions. Hot Dreams increasingly reveals itself to me as an incredibly unconventional album made by an incredibly unconventional band. Not in a “look at how crazy we are” type of attitude, or by using weird chord progressions or anything like that. No, they do it by creating a mood all their own, a sound that feels like it should exist somewhere else. If it does, I sure haven't been able to find it. The odd uniqueness of it all only adds to the mystique for me. And as much as I have attempted to take away some of that mystique here, I think I only found more layers. For every thing I feel like I understand, I still find equal amounts of mystery hidden deep within.
Because let’s be real, this write-up by no means exists to try and peel the layers back to reach some universal truth about this album. Everyone will have their own truth and that’s the beauty of it. The word vomit above is merely my interpretation of an album that has been interpreted in almost every way possible. After all, I can only attempt to describe what it sounds like to me. And to me, it perfectly encapsulates summer nights. They may be pleasant at first, sitting outside at midnight, gazing at the stars or whatever else you do that sounds less poetic. But then, the stickiness sets in. As you get tired and go to sleep, you keep moving around, trying to find a good position, constantly flipping around your pillow in a futile attempt to find the cool side. And everytime you move your head you feel a puddle of sweat, as your few remaining clothes ceaselessly stick to your body. And it goes on like this, night after night, until you’ve never wished harder for rain in your entire life. That relieving thunderstorm is coming, eventually. It’s just a matter of when.
Favorite Lyrics
I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna dance with a black woman
I wanna still, I wanna still, I wanna still my mind
And I want a chance, I want a chance, I want another chance
To distill, to distill their time
  • "Hot Dreams"
Curtains, on the quiet side
Curtains can conceal what it is they were to hide
  • "Curtains"
Before the Grand Canyon
Swallows us as we move south
I pray the Grand Canyon
Take our plane inside its mouth
  • "Grand Canyon"
Residual images hover above
I'm just a dog, a machine for your love
D'you know every man, every place that you've been?
You turned me on, then you turned on me
  • "This Low Commotion"
Talking Points
  • What does this album sound like to you?
  • When I first listened to this album, I kind of dismissed it as standard boring folk music, it didn’t really hit me until later. What was your first response when listening to it for the first time?
  • What makes Timber Timbre so deeply unsettling?
  • And finally, where does Hot Dreams land on your 2014 list?
Thank you to u/kioecsport for their great write-up! I'm not gonna lie, I haven't heard this album before but this write-up sure as hell makes me want to give it a listen once I finish up editing this. Anyways, swing back tomorrow as we've got u/mallboi scheduled to talk Arca's profoundly bizarre debut LP, Xen. In the meantime, discuss today's album in the comments below where you can find the full schedule/completed write-ups for the series so far.
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2020.09.11 21:56 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.

In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.



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2020.09.11 20:42 McSinister5674 Memoirs of an Incubus: Part One

No matter where you go or what kind of times you live in, the one thing that nearly every human being, whether you’re talking about men or women, young or old, has in common is desire. Desire of the physical and sexual sort of course but on a deeper level the desire to be cared about and loved, and it's that desire that feeds me. Who am I you might be wondering? Well you can call me Remy, it’s not the name I was born with but it's what everyone calls me so you might as well too. I’m what’s been called an Incubus, or a sex demon if you’re feeling particularly racist, and that desire is my life.
I’ve been called evil in the past, mostly by miserable assholes that want everyone else to be as miserable as them, but I don’t let it phase me, and you shouldn’t either. Trust me, my “victims” if you really want to call them that never go through any kind of pain, I hate violence and avoid it unless it’s absolutely necessary. In fact, they get to experience absolute bliss in the arms of the lover they always wanted while I get to feed on that wonderful life energy they won’t need anymore before they pass away like they’re falling asleep. Isn’t that how everybody wants to go? I’m doing a public service if you ask me.
Anyways I digress. My life isn’t all fun and games. Dead bodies, even of those that died happily tend to make people upset, and upset people ask questions, the kind of questions that make living in one place pretty difficult, so I move around a lot. The nomadic lifestyle has its perks, one of which is seeing far off and exotic places, and on the night my life changed forever, I was in one such exotic place, Ambia, The City in the Clouds.
Or more specifically, I was in some lowbrow club on the lower levels of the massive airships’s Engine Quarter, where the working class citizens of Ambia toiled long hours for shitty wages maintaining the City’s intricate propulsion systems so the whole damn thing didn’t plommet down to the ground below at the behest of wealthy politicians and a bloated, corrupt clergy. It was the kind of place where poverty and discontent walked hand in hand, where people felt trapped and hopeless, drinking away their stress and sorrow while they silently prayed that something, anything, would come along to make their lives worth living. In other words, it was the perfect place for me.
I had walked in and just sat down as I usually did, ordered a drink, and listened to the pulsating beats of the music around me while I waited for someone to talk to me. Someone always did. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what a sex demon looks like, since I always got somebody’s attention pretty much wherever I went and I wish I could tell you but to be honest I’m not entirely sure. Some legends will tell you that an Incubus is a shape-shifter, but this isn’t really true. People see in me what they desire, either sexually or emotionally, and everybody is different. Most everyone sees a man when they look at me, though that isn’t always the case. I once had a guy compliment my tits, that had been an interesting night. Aside from that, everything about me varies depending on who’s looking at me. Some people think I’m tall with red hair, others think I’m short and stocky with thick blond hair, there really isn’t any consistency, and I’ve never seen anything when I look in the mirror, just a blank space where a person should be. I guess it just comes with the territory.
On this particular night I was first approached by a plain looking man who spoke to me nervously and quietly, like he was doing something wrong merely by striking up a conversation. I was a bit surprised when he mentioned a wife, since by his slightly effeminate manner of speech and the fact that he kept stealing glances at my crotch throughout our converstion it seemed pretty clear he was a homosexual, but that kind of thing was fairly common in Ambia since the ruling clergy looked at intimate relations between men less than favourably. I didn't really mind. I have no particular preferences with humans when it comes to gender, a man's life force is just as nourishing as a woman's and variety is the slice of life. We talked for about an hour before he worked up the courage to ask if I wanted to go home with him, and I put on my most convincing excited face before I agreed.
We left the club and walked out onto the dimly lit street. The open sky wasn’t visible from the depths of the Engine Quarter, just the massive gears and serpentine metal supports that made up the skeleton of the city above. The only sources of light down here were the neon lights of the bars, clubs, brothels, and the Engine Core at the center of the Quarter.
It’s a reactor of sorts as far as I know, though I’m not a scientist or any other kind of egghead so don’t quote me on that. It stands towering above all the other structures in the Quarter and has a pale blue light at the top of that sort of looks like a miniature sun, though I think it’s much prettier than the real thing. I found myself staring at it absentmindedly as I paced down the crowded street past an assortment of rough looking types.
Drug-dealers, jaded looking hookers and their pimps, criminals looking to disappear into the crowd, and a few sorry sons of bitches that just didn’t have a roof to put over their heads passed by as I walked with this guy who’s name I can't recall and half-heartedly listened to as he spoke to me. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I was just really off my game that night in light of some weird shit that had been going on in my life not long before that, but I’ll cover that later.
Anyway we walked west from the club I think, passed a couple intersections while he talked my ear off about this and that, the usual stuff mostly, his shitty job crunching numbers for a boss he hated up in the Cloud Quarter where all the fat cats of Ambia lived the literal high life among the clouds, his deteriorating relationship with his wife who was getting more and more suspicious about his preferences, and the deep hole of debt he was in financially. I nodded and responded with a reassuring word when it was necessary, but my mind just wasn’t all there. When we finally did get back to his place I was a bit surprised by how nice it was.
Most folks that lived in the Engine Quarter could barely afford a run-down one bedroom apartment but this guy’s house was pretty posh, had a voice activated steel gate and everything. Beyond that was a modest driveway that led to a small yet upscale looking two-story house, the interior of which was painstakingly decorated to look like the inside of a house you’d see in the Cloud Quarter, clean and tidy with a few paintings on the walls that were probably very skilled forgeries of some paintings done by a handful of Ambia’s famous artists.
We barely got through the door before he pushed me up against a wall and started planting awkward, sloppy kisses on my neck and lower jaw while I more or less just went through the motions. I’m not one to kiss and tell so I won’t go into the raunchy details, but what I will say is that he surrendered his soul sooner than most. The whole ordeal took maybe 15 minutes.
His soul tasted bittersweet, almost like blueberries, which didn't come as much of a surprise, the really lonely ones always did.
After I'd eaten my fill, I pushed the freshly made dead man off my chest where he had been laying and made my way out of the house and back onto the street, trying not to be too conspicuous as I did.
I wasn't too worried about being noticed since I was pretty much positive that no one would ever be able to give an accurate description of me, but my Dad always used to tell me you could never be too careful, and before you ask, yes I had a father like just like anybody else and sure he was a black hearted bastard with a taste for dark sorcery and wanton cruelty, but he had smart shit to say every now and again.
I glanced at my watch after I made it back onto the crowded, trash filled street which read 10:45pm. Since the night was still young and I was still a bit hungry I made my way over to The Thirst, a dilapidated old building that I'm told used to be a pretty upscale resort of some kind back when the Engine Quarter was still the kind of place where respectable types came to spend their money.
Nowadays however it was just another seedy nightclub, though it was the closest thing you could get down here to a classy establishment.
I went there fairly often against my better judgement. I had a rule not to pick up too many people from the same place, since that would make it fairly obvious to any body who might be investigating my particular career where I liked to hang out, but there was just something about the place that made me keep coming back.
Maybe it was the ambiance, maybe it was the surprisingly good food and cheap liquor, or maybe it was Mel, that good natured if slightly jaded woman that stood behind the bar who always poured and mixed my drinks just right, and could always make me laugh when I was having a bad night.
That night she had a look that was somewhere between deeply concerned, and disappointed on her face as I made my way up to the bar counter. When she spoke to me, She had the tone of a mother questioning a child that had been up to no good.
" What the Hell have you been doing Remy?"
I did my best to sound both surprised and indignant with my response.
" What the Hell are you talking about Mel? I ain't done anything to anybody and whoever says otherwise is a damn liar!"
She didn’t believe me, but instead of pressing me further, she let out an exasperated sigh and said
“ That girl’s been back in here asking about you, and Justicars have been in here asking about her.”
I didn’t think it was possible to fit so much bad news into a single sentence like that. If you don’t know what a Justicar is you should count yourself lucky, because that means you’ve probably never met one. In theory, they’re supposed to be the black armored keepers of law and order in Ambia but in reality they are better described as mentally unhinged sociopaths with severe inferiority complexes and high end plasma weapons.
I’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding them so far, but hearing that they’ve been poking around my favorite club is more than a little unnerving, and the girl... well, the girl is complicated.
I think her name’s Tina or something close to that. Definitely starts with a T. I met her here at the Thirst a few months ago when I first got to Ambia. I remember that she had this fish out of water look on her face when I spotted her from where I sat at the bar, like she'd never been in a nightclub before.
She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, but she was most certainly not ugly either. Her brown hair was about shoulder length, and her soft blue eyes had a strange way of holding your attention. She looked like she took care of herself, far too much so for her to have been from the Engine Quarter, and she carried herself like she came from money.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of sheer boredom, I approached her rather than waiting for her to approach me.
We hit it off pretty well and got to talking for what must have been hours. I don't remember the details clearly but she told me her father was some kind of big shot up in the Cloud Quarter and that she hated his fucking guts. According to her he was an oppressive piece of shit that tried to control every aspect of her life from what kind of studies she was allowed to pursue to what kind of clothes she was allowed to wear, and that she had come down to the very bowels of Ambia to escape from him, if only for a little while.
Having had first hand experience with terrible fathers myself, I found that pretty easy to relate to and shared with her some things I had hated about my own father without giving away too much about myself.
She seemed really taken with me by the end of our conversation, which wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen to her later that night, and that wasn't very much like me at all.
We left the club an hour or two before dawn. I remember her clutching my arm tenderly as we walked through the dark streets toward the shabby hotel room I was renting under a false name at the time. Up to this point, this had been a routine night for me, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary from picking someone up at a club at the beginning of the night, to the sex back at the hotel room with the intent of satisfying what some have called my “unholy appetites” at the end of the night.
What had been unusual, or rather what should not have been possible was that I had been unable to devour her soul during our intimate encounter. She survived the entire process seemingly unscathed, in fact she didn't even seem to notice my attempts to leech her life force. It was almost like she radiated some kind of power that nullified my own.
That had never happened even once before. In my several centuries of existence I'd never met anyone that was immune to my powers like she seemed to be, and it fucking terrified me.
Not really knowing what else to do, I left the room as soon as she fell asleep and haven't seen her since. I had hoped that once she got over her hurt feelings she would return to the Cloud Quarter and get on with her life in a place where I would never have to see her again, but it seemed that she was much more tenacious than I thought she would be.
Over the past few months, I've heard through the grapevine that she'd been going to almost every night club in the Engine Quarter searching for me, and bringing the Justicars down here after her by the sound of it for some reason.
The whole thing was turning into a huge fucking mess. That kind of attention on my feeding grounds made life very hard for me, and I didn't like that one bit.
I sat there thinking about what rotten fucking luck I'd had in this city, and trying to think of a way out of it for a few minutes before Mel's expectant and irritated voice brought me back to reality.
"Well? What do you got to say about all this shit Remy? I can't have the law coming in here every other night looking for one of your little spurned sweethearts! It's killing my business!"
" She's not a "spurned sweetheart" Mel. This shit is just a big misunderstanding."
I said defensively.
"Well then why don't you explain that to her next time you see her."
" I'm not really trying to run into her again"
"Well, it's too late for that."
She replied with a smirk as she gestured to something behind me. My heart sank even before I heard that familiar voice call out to me.
"Remy!"
I turned around on the bar stool to see that same girl with the soft blue eyes from months earlier pushing almost desperately through the crowd to reach me and I cringed a little inside.
I turned back around and tried to make myself as small as possible while Mel giggled at my expense.
"You're a cold-hearted bitch Mel."
I groaned.
"And you're a sleazy shit stain."
She shot back. I didn't really have a comeback for that. Instead I just let out a deep sigh and turned around just in time to come face to face with Tina or whatever her name was, prepared to break her heart a for second time and get on with my night.
She looked absolutely ecstatic to see me. Which made what I was going to say all the more awkward.
"Remy! I've been looking for you forever! We need to talk.."
"Listen.. Tina." I started
"Tanya" she corrected looking slightly perplexed by my mistake.
"Tanya… that was a one time thing. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not really looking to get deeply involved with someone right now.."
"No Remy, you don't understand we need to talk about something serious..."
"Well we're talking right now, say what you need to."
" I'd rather talk about this in private, I think I'm being followed and what I have to say can't reach the wrong ears."
She said in a deathly serious tone
I feel like I should say at this point that it's very hard to creep out an Incubus, but I was starting to get creepy vibes from this whole situation nevertheless and I was mentally calculating my escape route when a bright bolt of white hot plasma ripped through my left shoulder and sent me tumbling to the floor.
A sharp piercing scream rang out over the club music and I saw people scrambling in every direction to get away from the source of the shot.
It had been at least a few decades since the last time somebody had tried to murder me, so I was really out of practice when it came to processing pain, and holy shit did that plasma hurt. The wound had cauterized on it’s own almost instantly, which was the only up side of getting shot with modern weapons these days.
Excruciating pain filled my senses and time seemed to slow around me as adrenaline kicked in and I became hyper aware of everything happening around me. I was in a very literal sense seeing red. My eyes had turned from their typical color into the deep red glow of a demon in the throes of rage, and my face contorted into something terrifying and only vaguely human, at least I think it did. The look of sheer shock and abject terror that spread across Tanya’s face as she stared at me writhing in agony on the ground told me that whatever I looked like to her was not normal.
I stayed low to the ground and crawled across the floor with the kind of unnatural speed and grace one would see in a spider as I ducked and weaved through the crowd of people trying to escape the club. I spotted the first of my enemies standing over by one of the loudspeakers that pumped music into the club. He was a tall guy in a dark jacket with a hood pulled across his face. In his right hand he brandished a sleek looking black handgun with a brightly glowing energy cell where the magazine should have been.
I’d seen guns like that down here before. It was the kind of compact plasma weapon that was incredibly popular with the drug dealers and professional killers of the Engine Quarter. Since it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t here to sell me drugs it was pretty obvious to me which one of those groups he belonged to.
The DJ who had been playing the clubs music had run out the front door as soon as the first shot had been fired leaving the music machines unattended, and as I got close enough to pounce on my attacker, the next song that had been queued up to play rang out over the loudspeakers, and the fast paced techno beats and sad, heartbroken lyrics of a remixed version of Deadmau 5’s Raise your Weapon acted as the soundtrack to our battle.
“ Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy”
A soft, feminene voice sang as I lunged up from the floor at the hooded killer in a frenzy, my hands transforming from typical human hands into long serrated black claws. He saw me at the last second and tried to fire off another shot of plasma. But I knocked the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering to the floor before I grabbed his left shoulder, sinking my claws into his flesh as I did, and pushed the claws of my right hand into the soft skin under his chin and up into his skull. He twitched and thrashed around in my grip as he died, and I was slightly disgusted by the wet, slick feeling of the blood and brains on my claws as I retracted them.
As the dead man fell to the floor I made a mental note to wash my hands before I left the club just in time to spot another hooded man who could have been a carbon copy of the first one, right down to the sleek black pistol standing by the entrance let out a shriek of surprise before firing a volley of bright plasma bolts at me and giving me no choice but to jump behind an overturned table nearby for cover.
“ Launch your assault now, take it easy”
Thinking quickly I ripped off a leg of the table and threw it at the second assailant hoping to impale him with it.
I wasn't that lucky, though it did manage to hit him square in the face. He yelped in pain and I could hear the sound of his nose breaking as he tumbled backwards. I took the opportunity to leap over the table as fast as I was able, which was in fact pretty damn fast, I doubt anybody watching the fight would have been able to follow my movements with their naked eyes but again I digress.
I was on the man before he had a chance to react and I used my claws to stick him like a pin cushion as many times as could before something hard and blunt struck my temple and filled my vision with white spots.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon."
Depending on how you looked at it, those particular lyrics of the song were either very well timed, or timed very poorly because when my vision cleared up enough for me to see who hit me I was greeted by the sight of yet another hooded hit man, though this one only vaguely resembled the other two.
He was at least two or three feet taller than the others and his muscles were fucking massive. They bulged through his jacket., it was not at all an exaggeration to say that he looked like a leather wrapped rhino on steroids.

In his hands he held what looked like a length of metal pipe, and I didn't really have a lot of time to reflect on how unprofessional it was for a professional killer to be using a fucking metal pipe before he raised it back over his head and swung at me again.
"One word and it's over."
I rolled out the way of the incoming blow and sliced out a chunk of the hooded behemoth's ankle as I rolled behind him.
I think I managed to cut his Achilles tendon because he fell over onto the floor gripping his ankle as he groaned in pain. I got a bit over confident after that, and tried to leap on top of the man and rip him to shreds like I had my previous attacker.
" Ripping through like a missile”
He flipped onto his back and caught me with both hands just before the impact and rolled the both of us over again so I was pinned under him while he started pummeling me with his huge fists. As blow after blow hit my face and I felt some of my teeth dislodge I decided that without a doubt this was the worst night I’d had in years, maybe even centuries. I tried to shield my face with my claws, but he hit way too hard and too fast than somebody his size should have been able to and I couldn’t do much about it. I started to see stars and black spots everywhere as the conscious world seemed to slip away from me.
"Ripping through my heart"
A deafening bang rang out from somewhere above me and the punches stopped almost as quickly as they had began. Warm blood and viscera spilled all over my face and I choked back the urge to vomit as I looked up to see half of my attackers head completely blown off.
"Raise your weapon, Raise your weapon, and it's over."
Spitting some broken teeth out of my mouth, I used all the strength I had left to push the giant corpse off me as the music died down and the club fell silent.
I wondered what the fuck had just happened for maybe a moment before I looked over in the direction the sound had come from to see Mel standing nearby with an annoyed look on her face and a fucking smoking sawed-off shotgun of all things in her hands. I didn't think they still made those anymore since this was my first time seeing one in like forty years.
I let out a relieved sigh and made another mental note to give Mel a tip next time I bought a drink here.
" Mel, have I ever told you you're an angel?" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Take your little girlfriend and get the fuck out of my club before the law gets here."
She replied dismissively before she walked back behind the bar swearing under her breath as she went.
I had completely forgotten about Tanya. I looked around the now deserted night club as the dim red and purple rave lights flashed on and off, making it really difficult to see much of anything clearly.
I caught movement from under a table out of the corner of my eye and walked over to investigate. Surely enough, crouched and hiding beneath the table was Tanya. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I leaned down to talk to her.
" You can come out now, the bad guys are all very dead."
She came out from under the table slowly and cautiously with her eyes closed. She didn't keep them closed though, and when she did open them and saw the mutilated thugs on the floor she vomited all over the floor almost immedaitely.
"First time seeing dead people?"
I asked her in a tone that may have been a bit too casual given the circumstances.
She gave me a disgusted look before she vomited again and took a few minutes to catch her breath before she finally spoke.
"What the fuck… who...what are you?"
She asked between labored breaths.
"I'm kinda complicated babe. I don't have the time to give details but believe me when I say I'm a very very bad man and you don't want to get mixed up with me. I need to get out of here before the Justicars show up, so this'll probably be the last time we see each other, have a nice life, better luck with your next man."
I said flippantly as I turned to leave without another thought. I figured that seeing the guy you've been chasing sprout claws and turn a few guys into mince meat would be enough to scare away any woman and I wouldn't have to say anymore. Little did I know she more to say to me, and what she had to say would turn my world upside down.
"Remy wait!"
She yelled as she ran after me and I turned back to reply to her with clear agitation.
"Look babe, do I have to spell this out for you? I'm a demon, like a literal demon straight from the pits of Hell, not exactly the type you can bring home to momma and papa, so why don't you do us both a favor and find somebody else to sleep with?"
Bewilderment and disgust spread across her face before it was quickly replaced by indignant anger and she started yelling at me
" You sleazy, egotistical piece of shit! You think I've been looking all over this shit hole town for you because I want to sleep with you again?"
Now I was genuinely confused. I couldn't fathom what else she could have wanted.
"Well… yeah" I said kind of sheepishly
She scoffed at my response
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’d never let you touch me again after what you did.”
“ Alright, then what the fuck do you want?” I shot back.
“ I needed to tell you something.”
“What? What could you possibly need to tell me that you’d go through all this trouble…”
“ I’m pregnant.” she said.
Life was never the same after that.



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